Captain Xue glared furiously at Feng Xun. If it weren't for the disaster that Feng Xun brought, his daughter Hongyu would not have been led astray, nor would she have met the terrible fate she did today.
Indeed, the ability of this face to bring disaster was extraordinary.
"You wastes, this time, it's me who has to clean up your mess again," Wu Zhong said sarcastically as he touched his face, which was really quite enough.
"Have you killed the people of the trading team?" Wu Zhong's nose twitched slightly, smelling a scent of blood on the mercenary corps.
To cover up the misdeeds of the mercenary corps, Captain Xue had already killed nearly a hundred people of the Northwest Trading Team, and had looted all their goods.
This so-called mercenary corps had now become a band of desperados, sparring no one who knew about them.
