"Stand still and behave. Answer whatever she asks, or I'll throw you back into the prisoners' camp again." Xing Yu said, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk at Emil. "Handing you over to the Tyrant or their second-in-command isn't a bad option either."
They had suspected the little boy's identity from the beginning. His behavior in the prisoners' camp further confirmed their doubts.
The Regular Army had besieged the town earlier solely to find this little ghost in front of them.
Emil didn't seem scared of the threats. Instead, he flashed his teeth at Xing Yu with a fierce yet mischievous expression in his eyes—a look tinged with a certain ferocity. His gaze swept over the gun holstered at Nan Fei's waist and paused there for a split second.
