"The prince of the Naman Tribe wants to build a mound of skulls here to show the slaves the consequences of escaping."
"Oh, it's for the slaves to see?"
"Yes, yes, Lord."
"Snap!"
Zheng Fan cracked the whip again, landing it on Hailan Yanggu.
Hailan Yanggu's body trembled,
clenching his jaw, not daring to make a sound.
"Say it again, who is it really meant for!"
Zheng Fan didn't wait for Hailan Yanggu to answer,
and directly said in a deep voice:
"It's clearly for Snow Sea Pass to see, clearly for me to see, clearly for Yan to see!
Well,
I didn't go looking for trouble with him,
yet he dares to provoke me openly first!
Foolish thing,
to really think I'm made of clay!"
Saying this,
Zheng Fan directly pointed at Hailan Yanggu and said:
