For several consecutive days, Fegar hadn't had a good night's sleep, always waking up after a short sleep.
He felt like his mental state was about to break down!
Lance was like a fishbone stuck in his throat, slowly taking his life away, making him uncomfortable whether sitting or standing.
"Can you sit down?" his brother watched him pace back and forth, sighing constantly, feeling a bit irritable, and said in a bad mood.
Fegar glanced at him and then sat down.
His brother continued, "Everyone is very resistant to the attack now, the Imperial District has become a terrifying monster in their eyes, everyone who goes there either dies or disappears."
"If we forcefully demand those people to attack Lance's men, I'm afraid..."
He stopped halfway, but Fegar already understood what he feared.
His face was filled with resentment as he slammed the table, "It wasn't this hard even when we were fighting the Bear Gang!"
