Sun Meng cursed himself inwardly. He had been too reckless!
Fury and regret churned within him. Why had he blurted out his thoughts? Why had he resorted to violence?
Yet, he couldn't entirely fault himself. In any other circumstance, he would have caught the dogged official off guard, ensuring no mishaps.
But now, he had faltered!
Sun Meng seethed with anger, humiliation, and a hint of fear. He was swiftly sent hurtling through the air by Hang Xingshan, crashing to the ground with a pained cry.
His subordinates fared no better, scattered and writhing on the ground, their cries echoing in agony.
Clutching his chest, Sun Meng spat out a mouthful of blood before laboriously rising to his feet. Gritting his teeth, he growled, "Shao Yunduan, dare you aspire to seize control of the Qin Empire? Are you not afraid of death? Lay a hand on us, and General Sun will hunt you down. Even the Emperor won't spare you!"
