John Hill glanced at Kris, his look faint but laced with a hint of warning.
Kris, of course, understood the meaning of his master, but now he was already besieged on all sides, and to keep up this firm front was no solution. Moreover, the dire straits he found himself in now were largely related to Ning Xia.
So this time, he couldn't follow his master's instructions.
Kris avoided John Hill's gaze, continuing to plead with Ning Xia: "Miss Ning, it's really not suitable for the master to stay in C Country any longer. He is severely injured now, and his loyal guards have mostly been subdued. The soldiers outside, I don't even know how many of them are still loyal to the Second Prince. Assassins keep coming, and I'm not sure how many more times I can fend them off. If there's an accident..."
"Kris!" John Hill suddenly raised his voice, cutting him off, "Shut up!"
