This statement, to Misu and Diket, did seem adept, but Luen Linxiu couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Who is the Praetor here?
No one—
"Who is the Praetor here?" Manlo chuckled dryly, "Lord Praetor, have you lost your mind? In your current state, you actually come out to ask me this question? Do you want me to kneel and beg for mercy? Ha, it seems the privileged life truly has stiffened the minds of you nobles completely."
"Do you think I'm joking with you, Manlo?" Fang Hong suddenly grew serious, "or do you think these people who died here are just a joke?"
Manlo couldn't fathom how this guy's brain was structured.
Usually, he blatantly disregarded those beneath him; now, he's outrageously using their lives to argue with him. Did this guy really think these moral interrogations meant anything to him?
If it hadn't been for the Scepter of Authority in Fang Hong's hands, he'd really think the man standing before him was a fraud.