Cao Xiong did not know what the dark gun barrel was, but with it aimed at his forehead, he dared not make any rash moves.
Zhao Zun pressed Cao Xiong to the ground, aggressively kneeling on his spine, with his hands tied behind his back. Cao Xiong struggled, eyes wide with fury.
"Zhao Zun! How dare you touch me? His Majesty will not spare you!"
Zhao Zun sneered, swiftly pulling out handcuffs and cuffing Cao Xiong's hands.
"Cao Xiong, you worthless fool, reporting false military intelligence, unfit to be a Marshal, and deserving of punishment! Today you shall be seized and sent to the Capital City, waiting for His Majesty's judgment!"
Cao Xiong's aides venturously attempted to move forward to rescue him, but as soon as they moved, a piercing pain in their calves stopped them. Some couldn't help but scream.
"Ah!"
Zhao Zun's trusted aides looked at them coldly, their guns firmly aimed at the back of their heads.
