Yue Zhong eyed Geng Da Zhong coldly and said, “Your previous envoy Shang Ming De had been shot dead by me! Do you want to live or die?”
Geng Da Zhong’s back was immediately drenched in cold sweat as he knelt down and kowtowed, “This slave wants to live! This slave wants to live! Please spare my life, Leader!”
Geng Da Zhong wasn’t some person with integrity. Those with backbone would not have ran to become slaves of Xuan Zhen. With a single death threat, Geng Da Zhong had immediately gone weak.
Yue Zhong continued, “I need time. What methods do you have to delay Xuan Zhen’s invasion?”
By now Tian Mu Town’s survivors were all busy with the fortifications and were preparing for a tough battle ahead. Every minute counts, so with every minute of delay, they would be better prepared.
Geng Da Zhong was perspiring profusely while trying his best to think of a way. He knew his answer would decide his fate.
