Once, Qin Fenghuang remarked that if Ye Xunhuan had been born hundreds of years earlier, he would have definitely been a perfect fit as an officer in the Ming dynasty's infamous secret police!
After all, he had a sharp tongue, and people like that usually don't end up well!
However, one had to admit that Ye Xunhuan was speaking the truth; the people from the Demon Feast Alliance were indeed despicable. He wasn't wrong.
Myron, who initially wanted to get angry, seemed to recall something and swallowed the words that were about to come out, squeezing out a somewhat awkward smile: "Marshal, your mouth must have offended quite a lot of people, right?"
"I haven't really counted." Ye Xunhuan replied honestly, "After all, it wouldn't make sense to count the dead!"
Ye Xunhuan's words unmistakably communicated to Myron that those he offended with his mouth were already dead, one after another.
