Zhao Yan didn't even blink. His sword lowered slightly as he scoffed, "What is this, another ambush? Are we calling this 'Ambush 2.0' now?"
The Prime Minister chuckled, stepping just a fraction forward. "A man's got to do what a man's got to do… to take back everything that belongs to him."
His voice rang with dangerous intent.
From where she crouched behind a crumbled pillar, Hua Jing's breath caught in her throat.
The Prime Minister's voice rang sharp through the air, every syllable laced with venom and intent: "...to take back everything that belongs to me."
