"If we continue fighting him, we'll die!" The Golden Giant looked pleadingly at Misai, now only he might spare his life.
Misai was also in agony. He certainly hoped the Seven wouldn't perish; if they were killed by Zhang Menglong, he would lose a critical part of his team and later be unable to stand tall in front of Latour.
But if he spoke up to plead for them now, he'd be lowering his stance even further, having just promised that they wouldn't interfere in the sparring matches among subordinates.
If he spoke now, wouldn't he be going back on his word? Everyone would know he, Misai, couldn't accept defeat.
"It seems your boss isn't very keen on saving you!" Zhang Menglong had no intention of letting the Seven go just like that; he needed to establish some authority since he'd just arrived at the Sun Palace.
