"How is it?" Mu Xiong asked calmly. But the fatigue in his eyes exposed the tension he felt at that moment.
The Messenger pressed his lips tightly, raised his head, and his reddened eyes were full of guilt and self-reproach. Facing Mu Xiong's hopeful eyes, he angrily said, "Old General, they intend to drive us to death!"
"What happened exactly?" Mu Xiong's eyes narrowed, and he hurriedly asked.
Surrounding him, the deputies dressed in Mu Family Army armor added their nervousness to the Messenger.
The Messenger's lips trembled incessantly, and his chest pounded like a drum.
