Su Shi Yilu was holding back a bellyful of unvented rage.
Just then, a familiar face came in sobbing and sniveling. The sight made his brows knit deeply, and he grew thoroughly displeased.
He suppressed his anger and asked, "What happened?"
"...You must stand up for me, sir!"
If Su Shi Yilu's expression had not been so terrifying, he would have rushed over, hugged the man's leg, and wailed.
With snot and tears streaming down his face, he accused Shen Tang and the others of acting tyrannically and without reason, brutally murdering ten of their personal guards without a word!
Among those ten, one or two were even from the same tribe as Su Shi Yilu. They were not relatives, exactly, but tracing their ancestry back, they were still distantly connected. Shen Tang had killed several of them without showing the slightest respect. Wasn't that a slap in his face?
Sure enough, the more Su Shi Yilu listened, the darker his expression became. The surrounding air could not withstand the might radiating from him and grew thin and oppressive. The candle flames inside the tent swayed, while the sobbing Ten Crows envoy gradually quieted his whimpering, wiped away his tears, and stood properly.
"They were all killed?" Su Shi Yilu's voice carried Killing Intent.
"All of them!"
"Were you dead? Why didn't you stop it?"
The Ten Crows envoy who had been scolded felt deeply aggrieved. Discontent had already begun to build in his heart—he and Su Shi Yilu were both officials of Ten Crows, yet the latter showed no regard for his dignity at all, berating him like a grandson. Still, he did not dare reveal the slightest trace of it.
He could only say resentfully, "I did try to stop them, but that bastard surnamed Shen went too