With that, the remaining choice was singular: resist and die, or refrain from resisting and perhaps find a sliver of life.
Though he did not know Meng Zhao well, he understood that if Meng Zhao wished to kill them, there was no need to deploy the Yangwu Army at all. The power of a single palm from the man would be enough to wipe Hua Manor from existence. That he had still sent people here clearly carried a deeper meaning.
Moreover, though he was a member of Hell Path, he had essentially never clashed with Meng Zhao. Even when he had gathered information through certain means, he had not offended Meng Zhao.
The one who ought to be afraid, the one who ought to worry, should have been that bastard Envoy Wang. If not for him, how could they have ended up in such a tense situation, trapped in a deadlock that was nearly impossible to unravel?
After a moment of silence, Hua Zizai sighed. With a click, he casually flung out his tobacco pipe. Its fierce force drove the pipe straight into the back of the crown of the stone lion to the left of his gate. He raised both hands and said to Han Pu, who eyed him like a tiger watching its prey, one hand gripping the hilt of the Changyang Divine Saber,
"Fine. Since it is General Meng's will, I naturally will not resist. I am willing to await General Meng's disposition. However, there are still some people in my manor. They are not of my kind, and I cannot control them. Do as you please!"
Once he finished speaking, he simply kept his hands raised and walked toward Han Pu and the others. There was indeed no sign of resistance.
Han Pu nodded slightly. He