"You... you... why don't you recognize good intentions!"
After being scolded by Jiang Xiaobai, Ma Guobin's face was very ugly, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
"What the hell do you mean by good intentions? Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Borrowing a knife to kill someone, right? You dirty-minded scoundrel, how dare you talk to me about this, get lost!"
Jiang Xiaobai almost wanted to kick Ma Guobin.
Ma Guobin quietly clenched his fist, glaring fiercely at Jiang Xiaobai and snorted coldly.
"Fine, you said it. I hope you won't come begging me in the future."
Ma Guobin sulkily left.
Jiang Xiaobai stood there for a moment, then immediately returned to Gao Tonghu's camp. As before, it was as if he entered an empty place, with no one daring to stop him at all.
Gao Tonghu had already been helped by his subordinates into the central army tent and was lying on the bed. His military doctor was stitching his severed arm.
