This was a middle-aged man, who looked mature and stable, his aura was even more overwhelming than Song Yi's.
Just standing there, he made people break out in cold sweat.
Jhiang Yuan also came along, but she was at the back, not very clear.
Ye Mianmian pulled her to the side.
This area was enclosed with glass doors, even the walls seemed to be made of glass.
"Young Commander!"
Mo Qi hastily greeted him, his humble posture excessively obvious.
The other party ignored him completely, looking straight at the leader.
"Is it you guys, wanting to leave?"
He spoke very slowly, pausing after each phrase, yet his oppressive force was full.
"Still 'Young Commander,' the Qing Dynasty has been gone for so many years now, still thought you could inherit that title, hilarious."
Ye Mianmian joked to herself by the side.
But Jhiang Yuan felt this man was definitely not one to be trifled with.
"That's right, we all want to leave, there's no food, we can't let everyone wait to die!"