Wu Zhenguo chuckled and comfortably leaned against the chair, squinting his eyes as he said, "Let this battle continue; the longer the better, the more chaotic the better."
"This way, we can earn a substantial amount of money, enjoy countless beautiful women, and maintain control over Xi Ye indefinitely."
"Yesterday, Yinglong received news that they captured several Xi Xia beauties; all of them are exceptional. Later, you can bring a few back and enjoy them to your heart's content."
Guan Ping An was pleasantly surprised and excitedly said, "Thank you, my lord, for your generosity."
Throughout history, it was always the people in the lower class who suffered the most.
These high-ranking officials and nobles always revel, unaffected by wars and casualties, forever untouched by their consequences.
"Ring, ring…"
Just then, an urgent telephone ring sounded.
Wu Zhenguo glanced at it and smiled, saying, "It's Yinglong's call; it must be those Xi Xia beauties arriving. This child has always been dutiful since he was young.
However, in the next second, Wu Yinglong's voice came through the phone, filled with desperate screams and cries.
"Dad, please save me! Dragon Lord, he...he wants to kill me!"
Wu Zhenguo was in shock. He abruptly stood up from his chair, knocking over the tea cup on the table.
"My lord? What's wrong?" Guan Ping An exclaimed in astonishment. This lord was always calm and composed, even in times of crisis. He had never seen him so panicked before.
"Young brat, how dare you disrespect me?"
Wu Zhenguo shouted angrily, waving his hand. "Bring me my armor and horse, gather the troops, and head straight to Fengdu Camp."
"I want to see if this God of War dares to be insolent in front of me!"
Guan Ping An gasped in shock, his scalp tingling with fear.
Are these two great legends about to clash?
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