Xiao Teng's expression remained grim. His fists were clenched so tightly they cracked. The anxiety and agitation in his heart had never been so intense.
The middle-aged man looked at the chaotic battle still raging in the distance and whispered, "It seems the people from the Prime Minister's Mansion didn't expect this to happen either..."
"If they succeeded, why haven't the people from the Prime Minister's Mansion withdrawn yet?"
Xiao Teng looked over and saw that it was true, but it did little to quell the anxiety in his heart.
He gritted his teeth and said, "That treacherous Prime Minister is so cunning that even if he did succeed, he'd deliberately pretend to know nothing..."
The middle-aged man was taken aback. After a moment's thought, he realized that made sense.
He sighed internally. 'What are we to do?'
...
"They actually failed?"
"What happened?"
