Jiang Ke and the others were all present. Ling Tianyu swirled a cup of tea in his hand, gazing at the twenty disgruntled little dwarves.
Each of them was only about 1.2 meters tall, with green hair, looking very unconventional. They were dressed quite well, all in top-quality clothes, but unfortunately, every one of them was unruly, even with anger in their eyes.
They were clearly dissatisfied, even resentful about being captured alive, which made them feel aggrieved.
Duan Yanran was also present, having followed along.
"Not satisfied?" Ling Tianyu took a sip of tea, asking casually. Because of these poisons, many of his people had died, and he intended to settle this account properly.
However, before settling it, he had to ask clearly who allowed them to do this; they must clarify this.
He wanted to know who gave them the audacity.
"Of course," all twenty people responded in unison.
