Meng Youjiang's wife, Rong Ke'er, humphed and said in a deep voice, "I, the head of the Department of Battle, can do whatever I want in the battle. What? Do you have a problem? Who defeated this old man? Don't you know who defeated him? After what you did, do you really want to blame me?"
The head of the Department of Battle, that was how she called herself. Every word she said was right, and she said it righteously. The Dark Evil Spirit was surprised and didn't know what to say. "Iā¦ Iā¦"
"What? Do you want to argue?" Rong Ke'er stared at him and said, "Your brothers are fighting in the battle, risking their lives. Look at you. All you think of is how to snatch the credits from me! You should go to the Department of Penalty when the fight is over!"
