The Small Flag officer of the Imperial Guards sneered sarcastically upon hearing this and left the room without a word.
As Zuo Qingyun was about to speak again, a voice came from the room on the right, Zuo Tianlu's voice: "Enough, Qingyun! We are bound to die today; let's leave with some dignity."
Zuo Qingyun's lips twitched faintly, thinking, how could a dead person possess any dignity?
Nevertheless, he calmed down and began to eat absentmindedly with the chopsticks from the tray.
At this point, there was no harm in eating; it doesn't pay to starve to death.
However, even the good food and drink were tasteless in his mouth.
At this moment, a 'thump thump thump' sound came from the cabin below.
Zuo Qingyun concentrated and listened, but he couldn't make sense of it.
Shortly after, another round of chaotic footsteps came from the deck.
In just a moment, a group of Red Robed Martial Masters stormed into his room and forcefully dragged Zuo Qingyun, still shackled, out the door.
