What he hates the most is that others sprinkle salt on their wounds.

Too much, really too much.

That's right.

We both have indeed failed many times, but there is a reason for that. If there were no accidents in the middle of the journey, how could we lose?

And now these marshals who are not the strongest marshals actually question them.

This made them very angry.

It feels like they are slapping them in the face.

"Okay, it's all quiet." The Marshal raised his hand, "Marriors, Marshal Wu, the situation is unclear now, and the Alliance Headquarters still need you to take charge. I will leave this matter to others."

"Marshal, do you even think we will fail all the time?" Wu Zhige looked up and asked with a serious expression.

The Marshal General was asked by Wu Zhige and didn't know what to say.

Although his face was calm, the light emitted from his little eyes had already told the other party, aren't you talking nonsense?

But he knew that he could not say that.

Sudden.

Someone broke in.

“Not good…”
Chapter completed!