Chapter 927: Please Write a Statement of Remorse, Your Highn

ng his head, Li Chen leaned in close to Zhao Qinglan's red lips. The distance between them was so close that their breaths mingled together. With a light chuckle, Li Chen murmured in a soft voice, "Ar...ent their anger on our Guza tribe!"Another man spoke in a grim voice, gritting his teeth as he addressed Guzailov: "Leader, should we immediately dispatch someone to inform Generals Guzavan and Guzata...