"Insolent! How dare you utter such treasonous words! Someone, report this to Commander Zhang!" the old soldier shouted in shame and anger, rolling up his sleeves.
"If saying that is considered treasonous, then I truly am treasonous. Don't bother telling Commander Zhang, he can't touch me. You'd better inform your Prince, or directly relay it to the Emperor's ears, maybe they can make a move against me."
Feng Luo wore a cold, proud expression. Isn't this about who can be prouder? Well, she could do that too. Since she had nothing better to do, why not compete? She feared neither Heaven nor Earth, only a tedious life.
The old soldier was stunned for a moment after hearing Feng Luo's words.
"Brother, I've heard that the Emperor is quite fond of Feng Luo. If we really offend her, suppressing the Beggar Gang because of it wouldn't be worth it."
