Great Heap Mountain.
A group of people came down from the mountain, many of whom were carried down because they had lost consciousness.
Zheng Tianhan took the note passed to him by his subordinate, and his expression immediately turned grim.
The words on this piece of paper were red, written with the blood of his subordinate.
"If you dare to conduct such activities again, next time, it will be corpses that are carried out!"
Zheng Tianhan could not help but clench his fists, never feeling so stifled. However, no matter how angry he was, he couldn't let his rage cloud his judgment. Because, beside him, lying down were his comrades, his battle brothers.
Although Gao Hong had tried to control the extent of injuries, there were still people who were critically wounded.
Zheng Tianhan had no doubt about Gao Hong's words. If he wanted, these people would definitely walk in and be carried out on stretchers.
At that time, it wouldn't be unconscious guards coming out, but corpses!
