Zheng Fan rode out on his horse, with many Barbarian soldiers following close behind. These soldiers could be considered Chief Zheng's most loyal contingent, as they had been indoctrinated by the Blind Man for the longest time.
"Are you alright?" Zheng Fan asked.
A Ming placed his left hand over his chest and bowed respectfully, his demeanor impeccably gentlemanly. He replied, "Thank you for your concern, My lord. I'm feeling quite well now."
A Ming was indeed comfortable. Among the many Devil Kings, Mo Wan was the Lord's favorite, like a true son, and Siniang was the only female. For him to be the third to have his strength enhanced was already quite remarkable.
Now, he could enjoy his "wine" while watching the other four scramble about. This feeling is quite good, he thought.
Zheng Fan nodded. He calmly gestured towards the stockade ahead and ordered, "Any who dare resist—kill without mercy."
