A faintly sarcastic voice echoed inside the Black Dragon.
This time, all those working with their heads down raised their heads.
They were Solomon's soldiers trained from a young age, and in their impression, no one had dared to speak to Lord Sebu in this tone.
Solomon, as the Dark Dominator, had a terrifyingly long history.
That thick accumulation made them accustomed to seeing those fearful and scared gazes.
Sebu Gale paid no attention to the trembling Nigel Gale behind him, looking expressionlessly at Mu Fan.
"Are you asking me?"
"Or else?" Mu Fan responded equally indifferently.
"I really appreciate your actions, appreciate them very much... because you remind me of the teacher who once taught me. If you shed the identity of a Federation soldier, I think I would introduce you to a good place. But unfortunately..."
Sebu Gale slightly raised his chin, pursing his lips with pride as his gaze casually fell upon Mu Fan.
