Commander Zhu's expression lost control for a split second. He struggled to control the muscles on his face, forcing a smile more painful than crying, "Great Commander, I, I think you don't need to undress in public, who would dare not believe you?"
The Duke chuckled, "Enough with the nonsense, take it off." As he spoke, he already began to undo his robe.
As he undid the robe, he stared intently at Commander Zhu. Simultaneously, his muscles tensed all over his body, like a leopard ready to leap.
Commander Zhu's mind was in chaos.
Should he undress? Or should he run?
If he undressed, the injury on his shoulder would be exposed.
He applied White Medicine and wrapped a bandage; although it wasn't bleeding now, the wound was still fresh.
If he didn't undress, then he could only run.
But with layers of guards, could he escape?
Suddenly, Commander Zhu gritted his teeth and bolted forward.
The Duke had already prepared for this, shouting, "Catch him!" and leaping to pursue him.
