Wu Yuanzhong stared at the mocking gaze, stunned for a moment, unable to respond.
At this point, Yang Fei finally finished gnawing a chicken leg.
He casually tossed the chicken bone onto the table, his face full of disdain.
"I can certainly tell you, Ogunila will never be punished if he is judged in his own country."
"That bastard might just pay a symbolic fine, so what about our fallen warriors?"
Wu Yuanzhong was stunned again and again; he had thought about these issues, but not as thoroughly as Yang Fei.
Yang Fei started to tear apart the other chicken leg from the roast.
He said blandly, "'Mercy does not command soldiers,' I understand this principle."
"To some leaders above, these fallen warriors are just a series of numbers."
"But to me, they are living, breathing people."
"Since Ogunila killed them, he should repay with his own life."
He took a gulp and emptied the glass of wine, his tone icy cold.
