Ji Mengzhan got back on the horse with his men. He was gloomily preparing to leave, then he heard Zhao Pingtian say, "Leave my horse be. And leave another one."
Ji Mengzhan nearly spat out blood.
[Fxcking prick! You fxcking killed so many men of mine. Now you fxcking want our horses for that bloody trick-playing Feng Zhiling! And you said it like we owe it to you… You think you are commanding your men here?
Who do you think you are?]
He was just about to shout and refuse, but a strong aura of killing covered him right away. The death was so close to him again.
That was obvious.
[Leave the horse or leave your life!]
Ji Mengzhan was trembling. He was both embarrassed and angry as he shouted, "… Leave them three horses!"
He had thought a lot within seconds. At the end, he decided not to piss Zhao Pingtian up at this moment, so he gave up. Tolerance made space after all!
After giving the order, he was too ashamed to be here any longer. He kicked the horse and left quickly.
