As the second batch of vanguard troops entered Sword Island, Liu Fang's previously anxious heart finally steadied, and his smile became increasingly confident, devoid of the cautiousness of a spy, as if he were the boss.
For three more days of arrogance, and on the day the second batch of a hundred thousand Iron Cavalry entered Sword Island, he was summoned by the town's highest leader, also the one with the highest combat power.
This was the tallest building in the town, of course, where the highest combat power, Hong Hu, resided.
After entering the building, Liu Fang's gaze roamed around the place that resembled a bandit's lair, ignoring the many Nascent Souls who glared angrily at him from both sides.
He knew these people very well, as he had been drinking with this group of fellows almost every day recently, practically wine and meat friends.
So, when he saw these friends express anger towards him today, he roughly guessed where things were going.
