C1789 Confusion.

Hearing what the middle-aged man said, Chu Qing's face turned cold again. He took back the dagger in his hand and said, "Alright, you don't have to say anymore."

Then, he called out, "Someone, come."

A few of his subordinates broke into the room and lowered their heads, "Your subordinate is here."

"Escort this person into the small prison of the Mercenary Camp. If he has not used it before