Song Boyue strode away with a grim expression, while Zhou Yuan opened the door, glanced at the unconscious Chu Ran, then immediately closed it and followed Song Boyue's pace.
The barbarians' desire to destroy Great Xia had not died, and as a descendant of Yan Huang, it was his duty to stand up at critical moments.
Song Boyue remained silent all the way, which was enough to know just how angry he was.
Meanwhile, at the training ground, the Cheetah Special Forces fell utterly silent.
Dressed in black fatigues, with bright red blood on the corner of her mouth, Hong Yan looked unwillingly at the man in front of her dressed in black and white.
She had not expected to lose so miserably.
But still, she propped up her heavily injured body and slowly stood up, straightening her back.
"Women will be women. This isn't your place, go home and take care of kids!"
In awkward Great Xia language, Jingtian Zhunan uttered the most contemptuous words.
"Hahahaha..."