Lu Wenzheng and Xu Jing's eyes changed; they knew this was the result from Tianshui City.
"Sir, telegram from Tianshui City!"
Indeed, the messenger presented the telegram with both hands.
Lu Wenzheng grabbed the telegram and glanced at it, his face dramatically changing:
"How is this possible?!!"
Standing beside him, Xu Jing also saw the contents of the telegram and instantly emitted a powerful aura, grabbing the man who came to deliver the message, gritting his teeth:
"Is this telegram real?"
The man was caught by Xu Jing by the neck, intimidated by the terrifying aura of the Great Grandmaster, his face turned pale, stammering and unable to speak.
"Speak quickly!"
Lu Wenzheng also shouted sternly, with bulging veins on his forehead.
"The telegram from Tianshui City, translated like this, without altering a single word."
The man said nervously.
"Impossible! It must be a fake!"
