Lang Yao's figure gradually disappeared into the dense forest. His steps remained steady, but his face twisted more and more with each stride.
After being thrown out by those fools, he had no choice but to return to his former base, East River Base.
But the moment the thought of facing his lord surfaced, a cold shiver slid down his spine. His eyes darkened instantly.
How was he going to explain?
What reason could possibly justify his failure? And how could he explain that he was discovered by that bitch? Lang Yao gritted his teeth. If he could, he would have torn apart that bitch who pretended to be magnanimous and had made him lose face.
What he said was truth. It's not like he was lying. He only raised a genuine concern, but the bitch painted him in a bad light and even instigated people to throw him out of the base.
