Mr. Yuan Zhi returned the bow, turned, and walked out of the commander's tent, but after just a few steps, his wrist was firmly grasped by a hand with tremendous strength. The young strategist was taken aback and turned to see the young general advance a step with sparkling eyes, his right hand already pressing down on his own shoulder.
"Sir, please don't leave yet," the conditions today are still too vague."
"Come, let's talk it through in detail."
Yuan Zhi was stunned; during the time he had evaded arrest after killing a man, he had developed an outwardly carefree but inwardly vigilant disposition, and he reflexively declined, "No, I haven't eaten..."
Li Guanyi turned his head and shouted, "Mr. Lei Laomeng!"
A rough voice answered, "Boss, what's up!"
The young general dragged Yuan Zhi back, and the young Confucian scholar was no match for a battlefield general like Li Guanyi. He was pulled back, as Li Guanyi shouted, "The sir hasn't eaten yet, didn't you hear?!"
