Li Shan only now, with the help of the firelight, clearly saw the appearance of the man.
The opponent was wearing a basketball jersey, tall and muscular, seemingly an athlete.
The athlete shouted loudly, righteously questioning, "You City Council lackey, what exactly are you here for?"
"Yes! Confess honestly!"
"Speak quickly!"
"If you don't speak, don't blame us for being rude."
The surrounding crowd holding torches also shouted loudly.
They were filled with anger towards the City Council, and wouldn't show them any kindness.
Li Shan pressed his tongue against his teeth, his expression heavy.
He knew very well that the Rebel Army had pent-up anger with nowhere to unleash it. If they really controlled him, no matter what he said, the hope of survival was slim.
Fortunately, he wasn't without his trump cards.
Don't forget, he was at least the third seat of the sixth squad of Cheng Zhiwu, and he had more than one ability.
