"Yes, General!"
With that, the surrounding soldiers immediately closed in, each holding a brightly flaming torch.
Xia Tingfeng cursed inwardly:
Motherfuckers, even the imperial decree can't calm you down!
This old bastard is definitely up to no good!
Then, he quickly stuffed the imperial decree into his bosom and with a swift leap—
He was light as a swallow, his movements sharp as lightning; in the blink of an eye, he broke out of the encirclement.
With a neat flip, his graceful form landed steadily atop a high wall like a flying swallow.
He drew his long sword from his waist and pointed it straight at Fan You.
"General Fan, the Emperor's decree is here, and yet you dare to ignore it outright. Are you trying to defy the imperial order?"
Fan You let out a hearty laugh.
"Imperial decree?"
"Commander Xia! I am a first-rank general of the Imperial Court!"
"If the Emperor wishes to issue a decree to me, he would naturally send someone in person to deliver it!"
