The soldiers saw the scene and instantly fell silent. The previously joyous atmosphere seemed to be frozen by an invisible force, with a heavy sense of oppression lingering in the air.
Someone whispered in surprise, "It's General Ma Cheng!"
Although Ma Cheng was no longer a general, many soldiers were still accustomed to calling him that.
"What's wrong with General Ma Cheng?" someone asked with a trembling voice.
No one answered; all eyes were focused on Zhao Zun.
Zhao Zun dismounted from the motorcycle, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, finally resting on Li Gang's face.
His eyes were cold and sharp, like a poison-tipped ice arrow, piercing straight into Li Gang's heart.
Li Gang's facial expression changed slightly but quickly returned to calm.
He stepped forward, a fake smile on his face, with a hint of insincere concern in his tone.
"Prince, are you injured? Thanks to your help, you've really achieved a great merit this time!"
