"Report, Sir!"
"Traces of robbers have been spotted ahead, shall we pursue them?"
Upon hearing the scout's words, Old Zhao and the others nearby became excited.
"Chase!"
"Why not chase?"
"It was those bastards who robbed our caravan."
"It was also those bastards who got me scolded by the master..."
As he spoke, Old Zhao couldn't help but touch his own leather drum, gritting his teeth in frustration.
Unexpectedly for Old Zhao and the others, neither the scout nor the soldiers moved an inch, as if they were wooden statues.
What surprised him even more was Zheng Lun, who had just had a friendly expression, suddenly turned somber: "Gentlemen!"
"You have overstepped!"
"This is the military, not the Hulan residence!"
"Here, it is not your place to call the shots!"
"I shall overlook this unintended mistake for now, but if it happens again, do not blame me for being ruthless!"
