It was not only Meng Zhao who, upon seeing the evil weapon stir, guessed what was about to happen. He was simply far more certain than the others.
Si Peng's face went red, then white, his eyes brimming with grief, indignation, and fear. Commander Bai's methods were far more brilliant than he had imagined—and far more ruthless as well.
Although he and Su Hongtu had both defied Commander Bai's wishes and sought to seize control of the Divine Might Army, they had not truly intended to betray him. They simply did not want the fruits of their labor to be plundered by others.
Dragon City? What was he? He had not rendered a single meritorious deed, yet he dared to steal the position of Divine Might General. Si Peng opposed it, Su Hongtu opposed it—were they wrong?
Did the Divine Might Army truly have to be placed in his hands?
Si Peng and Su Hongtu had, in truth, rendered great service to Commander Bai. The blood, sweat, and effort they had poured into it were beyond counting.
And what had they received in return? Such treatment—it truly chilled the heart.
He even had the thought that, after today, he might leave this place, conceal his name and identity, find somewhere Commander Bai and the others could never locate, and live in peace, no longer concerning himself with the storms and tempests of the world.
Yet in the end, he could not make up his mind. Perhaps it was because, deep in his heart, there was still unwillingness to accept it.
As for Xiang Qing's people, seeing Su Hongtu subjected to such cruel treatment, beyond their curiosity over what would happen next, they could not help feeling the sorrow of the rabbit's death stirring grief in the fox's heart.
This was