"Brother Shui, what fine ideas are you all whispering about over there?
You didn't even invite your humble brother to join in. That really does hurt!"
Mu Xiaofei raised his booming voice and shouted without the slightest restraint.
He had spotted Shui Yanbin and the others huddled together in the distance, whispering into one another's ears. A flicker of suspicion had immediately stirred in his heart; something seemed amiss.
So he hurriedly called over his third brother, Mu Xiaoyuan, and strode over with him to investigate.
After all, they were now grasshoppers tied to the same rope. Naturally, any business should be discussed together.
"Brother Mu, you're overthinking things!
We were only asking about one another's casualties. There's absolutely nothing else going on.
By the way, did the Mu Family suffer heavy losses in this battle?"
Shui Yihong reacted extremely quickly, smoothly picking up the conversation. Wearing a warm smile, he stared straight at Mu Xiaofei, seemingly eager to hear his answer.
"Oh? With how bravely Senior Brother Mu fought the enemy, your casualties must have been considerable, right?"
Seeing this, Mo Ran deliberately raised his voice and spoke loudly.
His words were like a pebble dropped into a still lake, instantly drawing everyone's attention. All eyes turned toward Mu Xiaofei and Mu Xiaoyuan.
Under so many gazes, Mu Xiaofei and Mu Xiaoyuan felt as though needles were pricking their backs, discomfort spreading through their bodies.
Mu Xiaofei, in particular, felt his stomach churn like rivers and seas turning upside down. Nausea rose within him, and even his feet seemed pinned beneath a crushing weight,
leaving him unable to take another step. He froze in place, his expression dark.
"Ahem, ahem...
I really haven't counted carefully yet. I'll go back and tally them right now!"
Like arrows loosed from