Angel (2)

Heidni's gaze nearly tore Ang to pieces, rage churning in his chest.

He stared fixedly at that still-calm figure, as if he would pounce and fight him to the death the next moment.

"You're persecuting your fellow countrymen!" Alvis could no longer hold back. He angrily demanded an answer, his face filled with indignation and reproach.

Ang leisurely picked at his ear, his tone dripping with disdain. "Persecuting them? Then tell me, did I cut off his head, or did he run into my sword himself? Look carefully. He flew over here. He ran into your superior's sword himself."

Alvis was left speechless, his expression stiffening.

He had thought that accusing Ang of "persecuting fellow countrymen" would stir everyone else's righteous anger, but Ang had kicked the ball right back at them so directly that he had nothing to say.

Ang continued with a sneer, "Speaking of persecuting fellow countrymen, let me ask you this—Alvis, you and Smo knew each other, didn't you? Now your superior personally chopped off your old friend's head... what do you have to say now? Are you still going to pretend you didn't see it?"

With a shift in tone, Ang lightly spun the Dragon Thorn Spear in his hand and pointed it straight at Heidni. "You really know how to lead a team. You're awfully decisive when it comes to cutting down your own people."

"Walker! What are you still standing there for? Get over here and kill him!" Ang finally could not hold it in any longer. He shouted desperately and frantically at the people behind him.

Walker's face immediately turned as ugly as if he had swallowed a dead rat. Being singled out so suddenly, he had the urge to tear Ang apart on the spot.

The others also wore bitter expressions,