Zhao Hanzhang reined in her horse, and across the street, Liu Cong had been waiting for some time. Seeing the expected person appear, a fierce expression that even he didn't realize flashed in his eyes, "General Zhao, it's been a while."
Zhao Hanzhang smiled and greeted him cheerfully, "General Liu, is your injury healing well?"
Liu Cong said, "Heaven won't let me die, so it's healed."
"Congratulations," Zhao Hanzhang continued with a warm smile, "General Liu, why don't we talk? Right now, you're surrounded by us. How about I make a way for you to leave?"
Liu Cong sneered, "General Zhao is too confident. Who's surrounding whom isn't certain yet."
Zhao Hanzhang curled her lips and asked, "Shall we have a fight then?"
"Fight, we'll fight. Who's afraid of whom?"
Liu Cong tilted his head back and asked, "Who will go from your side?"
"I'm willing to go."
