"What does it have to do with you! Iron Madman is wildly ambitious and if he succeeds in his promotion to Fourth Grade, my tenure as governor is likely over, unless I'm willing to kowtow to him."
Sikong Chan smiled casually, his expression indifferent, "No need to worry, the outcome of today's event is already determined. The arrival of my troops here at this point in time means we have already won! Iron Madman's end comes today."
"Oh?" Han Yuyan's pupils shone brightly.
She could tell from Sikong Chan's calm words that he was absolutely confident and composed.
Han Yuyan had been married to Sikong Chan for many years and knew this was the attitude of a man who was certain of his victory.
At that moment, both their gazes were drawn to a commotion up ahead.
It was a youth in a sky-blue War Armor, robust in build, who, holding a Heavy Sword, charged into the army formation before them like a crazed bull.
