"Hmph! Quite vigilant, aren't you?"
A square-faced, burly man appeared in the doorway. It was none other than the General of the Eastern Territory, Zheng Wuji.
He stood as imposing as a mountain, steady and unshakeable. His face was grim, his gaze sharp as a blade as he stared coldly at Jiang Xinghai and Nightingale.
His tone dripped with unconcealed displeasure and menace. "You two must be Nightingale and Jiang Xinghai, correct?"
"I am Nightingale, under the command of Zhong Yunman. Greetings, General Zheng."
Nightingale took a step forward. Given their respective titles and the rules of etiquette, she had no other choice.
"I don't care who you serve. Trespassing on territory under my jurisdiction and attacking my men... you must have very little regard for me."
Zheng Wuji was clearly using his subordinates—the ones Sun Zhen had knocked unconscious outside the cave—as a pretext.
