Anthony, who had been watching the flames in the hearth, heard his name called.
He slowly raised his head and glanced casually at Fan Ke.
However, neither Anthony nor Hall spoke a word, waiting for Fan Ke to continue.
Fan Ke exhaled a breath mixed with the scent of alcohol, "I made an agreement with my men."
"After entering the territory beyond the city walls, they were to send back a message of successful infiltration after lying low for three days!"
"But now the agreed time has passed, they must have encountered misfortune."
Fan Ke stared directly at Anthony, his voice heavy with his words.
"Sir Anthony, I think we need to change our strategy!"
It was only at this moment.
Anthony looked at Fan Ke, "Well then... what is your plan?"
Hall widened his eyes, curiously watching Anthony.
Hearing Anthony's words, Fan Ke's face fell instantly.
Beside them, a hint of displeasure flashed across Tyrone, the deputy leader of the Storm Mercenary Corps.
After a few seconds.
