Song Wu himself was born in the Jianghu and was once one of the top ten experts on the Wind and Cloud Ranking.
The status of Lin Mubai, Xiao Wuhen, and the others didn't mean much in front of him.
More than a year apart, Song Wu now exuded a robust aura of iron-blooded determination from the military camp, a powerful presence that nearly suffocated those present.
Everyone was momentarily stunned into silence, and no one responded.
Xiao Wuhen was especially guilty, not daring to meet Song Wu's gaze, his eyes evading.
Song Wu's eyes narrowed, and he asked again, "What, you dared to speak such words, but no one dares to respond?"
However, Lin Mubai took a deep breath, coughed lightly, and said, "Song, Adjutant, there might be some misunderstandings here..."
"Was it you who said it?"
Song Wu turned his gaze, interrupting him directly, and stared at Lin Mubai.
"No, no, it wasn't..."
Lin Mubai, intimidated by his presence, instinctively replied.
