Translator: Pika

  Zu An was alarmed. He said in a low voice, “I have no idea what you are talking about. Sir Ma, have you developed a delusional disorder?” At the same time, he began to look around him. All of the muscles in his body had already silently gone taut, ready to strike at any time.

  Ma An chuckled and asked coldly, “Sir Eleven, are you prepared to silence me? I guess that makes sense. Embroidered Envoys indeed have the authority to act first and report later.”


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