"You?" Song Yan never expected that after a lifetime of scheming, he would be outmaneuvered by a minor soldier. Rage overcame him, and he felt a sudden darkness before fainting. People nearby rushed over, pinched his philtrum to revive him. As Song Yan's strength faded, he opened his eyes and gazed at Song Yan with such a grim expression it seemed water might drip from his face. He said coldly, "Lock him up first."
"Yes," someone responded immediately and pounced on Luo Zheng, beating him until he passed out once again. Luo Zheng faintly heard a clang as if something was struck, and then he knew no more.
Song Yan returned to his room in the cabin, drank some water, and forced himself to calm down. His face shifted between shades of grimness. He prided himself on his intelligence, and never imagined he would be outsmarted by someone he looked down upon. This was unbearable for the proud Song Yan; he shook with anger and took a while to settle down.
