Sun Qiming looked at Ling Hua in shock.
Firstly, he was shocked at how young she truly was, just as the rumors had described. She looked exceedingly young, resembling a common girl, albeit a prettier one; secondly, what she had just said was unbelievable. Thirty-six fortresses and twenty thousand men—although hundreds had already died or been injured, how could she bear to execute twenty thousand people?
But Ling Hua's cold and ruthless expression told him she wasn't joking; she really was someone capable of doing it.
For a moment, Sun Qiming felt as if someone had grabbed his throat, and he couldn't breathe. He stared at Ling Hua intensely. After all, he was the leader of the thirty-six thieves, and at this critical moment, he spoke up, "If I lead my brothers to submit to you, what benefits do we get?"
