Hearing the chill in Yang Zhong's voice, Yang Yue shivered slightly, stood in place with a face of uncertainty for a long time, and finally put away his large knife.
"We've harvested enough tonight, pack up the prey and prepare to return; the captain's injury should be more or less healed, go find him!"
Yang Zhong put away his iron rod, gave the order, and led the group back to the east side.
Yang Yue sneered as he waited for Xue Ping and the other three to carry the prey, then followed the four as they set out.
Yang Zhong turned his head to see Yang Yue's unyielding attitude, and his anger grew, but after pondering for a moment, he eventually held it in and sighed lightly.
The recent threat to Yang Yue was merely a moment of anger; if he dared to cripple Yang Yue, it wouldn't require Li Yuanqing and Yang Gan to act—the camp's rules alone would be enough to send him to spend the rest of his life in a dark, dayless mine.
