Wu Jin poured wine for Wang Baicheng and gestured for a toast.
Wang Baicheng didn't refuse and raised his cup for a toast, both finishing it in one go.
"Just say what you have to say. You know what kind of person I am; I hate beating around the bush, especially you, acting like an old woman." Wang Baicheng always found this aspect of him annoying—always hesitating, thinking things through too much before daring to act.
There was one battle like this; his conduct was not befitting of a man, let alone a core general of a nation.
Yet that's exactly how he was.
Wu Jin was acting somewhat unusual. Normally, he would have flipped out, even fought Wang Baicheng to the death, but not this time, which was very strange.
Wang Baicheng was the strangest; today, his subordinates helped him and even invited him over, something that should never happen.
