"Wori, why did you hit me?"
Fury blazed in the Silver-Armored Commander's eyes as he stared at the Slaughter Envoy before him, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"He was the one bullying me, yet you helped an outsider hit me!"
Resentment and bewilderment tangled in his words, sweeping forth like a violent storm.
Facing his accusation, the Slaughter Envoy remained unruffled. A cold smile curled her lips, and she paid no heed to his fury.
"Why did I hit you? Because you deserved it!"
"As I recall, the King of Slaughter told you to invite him over. Is this how you carry out his invitation?"
An invisible pressure spread with her words, sending a chill through the Silver-Armored Commander's heart.
The Silver-Armored Commander was momentarily speechless, a jumble of emotions churning within him.
She isn't wrong. I should have taken the initiative to invite him as a show of courtesy.
But why should a rookie who has only just entered Slaughter City deserve an "invitation" from the King of Slaughter?
Let alone from me-the esteemed leader of the Ironclad Knights Corps. With my exalted status, how could I so readily lower myself to invite a rookie?
After all, amid the undercurrents surging through Slaughter City, the King of Slaughter has two most prominent right-hand aides. One is me, and the other is the Slaughter Envoy, whose very name makes people tremble.
Someone of his lofty standing, sent to invite a mere rookie.
He felt that the rookie before him was unworthy.
That was why he had wanted to test the man's strength.
He had never expected...
"Apologize to our young friend Chen at once!"
The Slaughter Envoy's voice was as cold as frost. It pierced the air, cutting through the Silver-Armored Commander's tangled thoughts.
"I'm