Hearing the footsteps approaching, the prisoners locked behind the bars raised their heads and looked toward the sound.
Soon, they saw Fan Wanming walking past some cells.
Seeing him, one of the Jin Empire's war prisoners suddenly rushed to the bars.
Gripping the cold metal tightly, he desperately shouted in a hoarse voice, "General Fan, I will tell you—I will tell you everything. Please, just give me something to eat. I'm starving."
As his desperate voice echoed in the dim corridor, Fan Wanming paused on his track. Turning around, he looked at the man and recognized him.
"General Sun, how have you been these days?" Fan Wanming asked calmly.
Sun Heng burned with anger at the question, which Fan Wanming clearly knew the answer to, but he swallowed his anger and forced a flattering smile.
"General Fan, I'm no longer a general. Please… call me Xiao Sun."
At his words, the other prisoners secretly cursed him for his shamelessness.
