Could It Be for Serving the People?

Inside the tent, the huge hot pot had been set up again. A group of people surrounded the table, with mutton and wild vegetables piled beside them, eating to their hearts' content with loud slurping sounds.

Hua Xiong's face was black and blue in places, and his mouth hurt whenever he opened it, but that still could not stop him from sucking in cold breaths while stuffing meat into his mouth.

In the Xiliang Iron Cavalry, he, Hua Xiong, had never lacked food. But this was the first time he had ever eaten something so delicious. With his extremely limited vocabulary, all he could do was praise it while eating. "It's really delicious!"

"Zijian, why aren't you running?" Wang Xuan asked, casting a sidelong glance at Hua Xiong.

Hua Xiong's internal energy had long since been released, but this fellow stayed quietly in the camp, enduring a beating every day, and still refused to run. Wang Xuan seriously suspected that he was staying here just to freeload!

Well, whether it was the food or the occasional good wine Wang Xuan produced, this fellow never showed the slightest trace of restraint.

"Why should I run?" Hua Xiong said indistinctly, his mouth stuffed with meat. "I, Hua Xiong, am a man of principles. Until I can completely defeat these three fellows, I won't run!"

"Zijian, then let me tell you this: you'd better surrender as soon as possible!" Zhang Fei grinned. "You have no hope for the rest of your life!"

"Arrogant!" Although his body was being perfectly honest, Hua Xiong absolutely refused to admit defeat verbally. "I don't care about all that nonsense you're talking about. I don't understand it, and I'm not interested. Chancellor Dong's kindness to me is as deep as the mountains. Without Chancellor Dong, I wouldn't be