Tu Lie flicked the blood droplets from his blade and smugly raised his chin toward Qin Mang.
"Master Qin, did you see that? They were all soft-legged cowards with no balls! I alone could have slaughtered them back and forth! Why waste words on them?"
Qin Mang's gaze was icy. He forcibly suppressed the rage churning in his chest and squeezed out each word through clenched teeth: "Tu Lie, you acted without orders and disturbed the convoy! This had better be the last time!"
Fear still lingered in his heart. Fortunately, those routed soldiers had merely been a rabble, with no true experts hidden among them.
Otherwise, if their formation had been thrown into disorder, the goods would inevitably have been damaged—and Miss was in the convoy as well.
His gaze swept over the ordinary caravan hands hiding behind the carriages, their faces deathly pale as they continued to tremble. The irritation in his heart only grew stronger.
"What are you all standing around for?!" Qin Mang suddenly barked. "Clear the road and set off at once!"
The young men wearing the uniforms of the "Mighty Prestige" Escort Agency gathered together.
Watching Tu Lie shake the blood from his blade and laugh boisterously, their expressions turned rather ugly as they exchanged grave looks.
"Did you all see it clearly? Tu Lie's blade technique has improved even more than it had half a year ago! His blade force is heavier, and his Killing Intent has grown several degrees stronger."
"His blade technique is formidable, but that temperament of his... has become increasingly violent as well. He completely ignores the rules of the martial world and has no regard for the employer's safety."
The older escort master sighed. His gaze swept over the fearful caravan hands nearby, and he shook his head.