Sikong Jian snapped at his own dad without holding back.
Anyway, as long as Sikong Yao wasn't happy, Sikong Jian felt twice the pleasure.
Feng Ting, sitting beside him, narrowed his sharp eyes slightly, remaining silent but showing his stance through his silence.
He agreed with Sikong Jian's view.
"You, you..." Sikong Yao stammered for a while, let out a frustrated huff, and left a harsh remark.
"Hmph, if things are as you say, and we ignore their situation, what if M Continent and O Continent join hands to suppress our Z Country? Can you bear that responsibility?"
Sikong Jian leaned back and casually draped his arm over the back of the chair, looking quite arrogant.
"Since General Sikong can blabber so much, why don't you go ask Miss Lu Mian for the LA Special Efficacy Drug? Let's see if she'll give it to you!"
"..."
After being put in his place, Sikong Yao didn't dare to approach Lu Mian anymore.
Even if he went, it would just end with being rebuked.
