"Wang Junze, you can't escape! The experts of Prince Yu's Mansion are on their way. Surrender now, and perhaps the Prince might be merciful and spare your life!"
The faces of those people turned livid with rage at Wang Junze's words, and they pointed their swords at him again, threatening him with false bravado.
"Well said, Ru'er, go cut off his tongue!"
Without even looking up, Wang Junze, speaking in the softest voice, uttered the harshest words.
"Yes!"
Peng Ru, without hesitation, stepped forward and walked straight toward the person who had just spoken at Wang Junze's command.
"If anyone else dares to stop her, kill them directly!"
Picking up his wine cup, Wang Junze reminded again.
Upon hearing these words, the expressions of those around them changed dramatically, and their gazes at Peng Ru were filled with fear.
"Zheng!"
