Facing Zheng Jia Ru's domineering and almost rude words, the Personal Guards beside Sifuer all placed their hands on the hilts of their swords. However, through their recent interactions and a series of battles, they clearly understood the importance of cooperation between the two parties. Thus, they suppressed their discontent and instead glared angrily at him.
"I feel the same way. Don't worry, I'll give you the promised victory. Now, do as he says." Pei Yan, lying on Zheng Jia Ru's shoulder, removed his face mask and with eyes fierce like a beast cornered to the brink, he stared at Sifuer and said in a deep voice.
