It was a long while before the hooked-nosed man spoke uneasily,
"Then, since the Meng Family secretly has a martial arts grandmaster protecting them, should we still carry out what we planned earlier? After all, a grandmaster martial artist who cultivates the Red Flag Order possesses exceptional combat strength. Even if he is not one of the Ten Absolute Masters of the World, he is likely not far off.
"And there is also Meng Zhao, the Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King—transcendent and peerless, fierce and overbearing in his masculine force. I fear neither you nor I can handle him.
"Even— even if Commander Bai personally intervenes, I think there is a high chance he would return empty-handed."
Though he very much did not wish to admit it, there were times when one had to face reality bravely. Otherwise, if one remained immersed in one's own fantasies, one might ultimately harm both others and oneself.
Dragon City wore an unwilling expression. He had waited so long for this rare opportunity, even betraying the powerful figure who had nurtured him and defecting to Commander Bai's side, all so that he could make a name for himself through the Divine Might Army and shine across the world. Yet Meng Zhao had seized military command, and the sweet dream he had hoped for had completely become a mirage.
He hated Meng Zhao. At every moment, he wanted nothing more than to kill Meng Zhao and reclaim everything that should have been his.
Yet tonight's experience was like a bone-devouring venomous snake, viciously gnawing at his heart, making him anxious and fearful of the Meng Family's foundations and might.
Thinking it over carefully, even if, as he had said, Meng Zhao treated his women well, did treating women well necessarily mean he would