"I ask you, do you hate the people who captured you today?"
Bai Yan sipped his whisky, speaking indifferently.
The whisky was a bit cool as it entered his mouth, soft yet strong, and as the fiery liquid settled in his stomach, it turned into a raging fire burning within Bai Yan's chest.
This fire burned fiercely, intensely!
It was just like Bai Yan's current mood, wishing to incinerate all his enemies with a blaze!
"Hate!"
Fu Chao threw his head back, swallowing his drink, his eyes slightly squinted, a hint of unwillingness appearing on his face.
"Brother Yan, I admit we're not as powerful as the people today, but we can't accept this! If we had such strength, how could we end up being at others' mercy!"
Fu Chao spoke bitterly, with Chen Fei, Li Xu, and Zhang Kailei all nodding their heads.
Everyone's face showed unwillingness, all proud men of more than six feet tall, who would be willing to be weaker than others?
