Counter Soldiers with Arms (3)

"Xiao Feng, do you want to watch a good show where a group of idiots are courting death?" Shen Yanxiao's eyes flickered with an extremely evil glint.

Lan Fengli was confused.

"Don't worry about them for the time being. I'll call you if I need to," Shen Yanxiao said with a smile. She then picked up a piece of pork rib and stuffed it into Lan Fengli's mouth.

Lan Fengli blinked and nodded obediently.

Even though he did not know what his sister meant, as long as it was something she wanted to do, he would listen to her arrangements without any doubts.

Elder Wen's expression was fleeting. At that moment, at the entrance of the hall, a guard rushed in in panic.

"Reporting… reporting to Elder Wen…" The guard's face was pale and cold sweat continuously dripped down.