"Greetings to Young Master Jiao Ma." The Talkative Ghost General took the initiative to salute, clearly having been prepped in advance.
Even if he hadn't been prepped, Ning Zhuo's astonishing performance on the battlefield earlier had already terrified the Talkative Ghost General.
Thus, the Talkative Ghost General cowered in front of Ning Zhuo, lacking any Golden Core Level demeanor.
Ning Zhuo cast a glance at him and then focused intently on Wen Ruanyu, "Is such a surrender truly reliable?"
"Reliable, reliable, reliable!" The Talkative Ghost General quickly expressed his loyalty.
"Shut up." Ning Zhuo gave him a sidelong glance.
The Talkative Ghost General's body shook, and he quickly bowed his head, "Yes, yes, yes."
Wen Ruanyu showed a bitter smile, "Jiao Ma, do you know how much battle strength my city has lost due to this internal and external chaos?"
Wen Ruanyu reported the battle losses, which even made Ning Zhuo's heart stir.
