Trade heads for armor!
On the government ship, Zhao Douan laughed heartily as he uttered these words, his voice, reinforced by his qi mechanism, rolling over the river surface, reaching every ear on the giant warship opposite.
In that moment, everyone on both ships changed their expressions.
"Zhao Douan!" Xu Jinglong's face suddenly darkened, his hands grasping the railing instinctively tightened, the veins slightly bulging.
His gaze seemed capable of killing.
As the princely heir of Prince Jing, where did he go without receiving the utmost respect?
How long had it been since someone dared to provoke him so openly?
Especially when the other party was the empress's gigolo. Such unbridled mockery essentially emblazoned the word "sarcasm" on his face.
"Ah—"
On the second floor, those standing on tiptoe and watching the spectacle, young men and women, exclaimed in astonishment.
