Zhang Wannian didn't mince words, directly making his move, his body twisting as the dagger swept behind him.
He was the King of Soldiers of the Wolf Fang unit, and as the King of Soldiers, he naturally had the pride of one. Moreover, he was at the peak of his vitality, and retiring this time had left him with a belly full of fire, not exactly thrilled to be a bodyguard.
He was a king on the battlefield, now reduced to guarding a rich young lady.
Had it not been for a leader summoning him, he would not have come at all.
And the result? After he finally convinced himself to protect someone for a year to earn some money for his family, waiting for things to settle before considering a return to the military, he was greeted with someone trying to put him in his place.
Fine, he had lost, and he accepted it.
Couldn't he just leave without losing face? Yet this guy even dared to stop him.
He thought who he was.
