Cao Xiangqian's face was dark as he strode toward Xu Zhiwen, getting so close his face was practically pressed against his.
"The report that just came in only said refugees had stormed the city. Don't forget, they are also subjects of the Holy Emperor! Our swords are meant for foreign enemies, not our own brothers and kin. What are you really after with a suggestion like that?"
Startled by the large face that suddenly loomed before him, Xu Zhiwen staggered back. He wiped the spit from his cheek and retorted stubbornly, "I never said to use your blades. Just go and intimidate them. In case any troublemakers want to stir things up during the chaos, they won't have the gall..."
Under the other man's glare, Xu Zhiwen's voice slowly faded. The killing intent washing over him made his legs tremble uncontrollably.
"Coward," Xiao Liwei quickly rubbed his face, trying his best not to laugh out loud.
"..."
