It had come to such a point. There was no other choice: either fight or surrender.
But Han Fei still needed a Chinese Hour to consider?
What is he trying to do? Does he have some ace up his sleeve?
"Han Fei," Li Teng stared at him with a sarcastic tone. "Do you take me for a fool?"
"I will only give you the time it takes for one stick of incense to burn. After that, my army will breach the Royal Palace, leaving no survivors," Li Teng declared coldly, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
Hearing this, Han Fei clasped his fists and bowed. He said nothing more, simply turning and walking toward the Royal Palace.
Li Teng did not order an attack, just quietly watched Han Fei return to the Han Royal Palace. The situation had become completely clear, so there was no need to rush. The ones who should be anxious now were the people inside the Han Royal Palace.
"General," a Deputy General spoke up. "Why give them time? We should just dispatch the troops and flatten the Han Royal Palace."
