"Zhao Da Yi, you—"
The military general glared with a pair of eyes red as copper bells. The murderous light in them seemed eager to flay Zhao Feng and tear his bones apart. If an ordinary person were stared at like that under the killing intent and pressure of a Martial Gall Warrior, they would not only be scared witless but have their legs shaking uncontrollably. Unfortunately, Zhao Feng's strength was not weak, and this little bit of pressure meant nothing to him. On the contrary, the angrier his old enemy became while being unable to do a thing to him...
Heh heh heh, the more delighted Zhao Feng felt!
It was even more refreshing than drinking a bowl of ice water in the height of summer.
Zhao Feng stroked the bronze mace that had accompanied him through years of campaigns with his scarred hand. He lazily lifted one eyelid and cast the man a sidelong glance. "What are you shouting for? You and I aren't close enough for that. If there's nothing else, I, Zhao, will take my leave first!"
He perfunctorily clasped his fists, then turned his head and loudly berated the people behind him. "You lazy good-for-nothings, why are you still standing here? If this batch of provisions is delivered late, the lord will hold us accountable. Not one of you will get away with it!"
After saying that, he raised his voice even higher.
"Take these prisoners and move out!" Zhao Feng did not even look back, nor did he bother explaining the matter of cutting in and taking the spoils.
The soldiers and officers under Zhao Feng were inexplicably scolded.
Not only did none of them get angry, they all grinned and begged for mercy.
Zhao Feng, who had been keeping a stern face, was