"Rahal wants to take you to the Yanjing Assembly Site. I've overheard most of your conversation just now. Let's be honest, you've also been driven to distraction by this Rebel Army, and honestly, you're way off from becoming a leader of India!"
Wen Yu spoke bluntly, but it was indeed the truth—having Dirang lead a big country? Just the thought of that scene is enough to make one feel heartbroken.
Dirang fell silent, his freshly risen ambition cooled completely under Wen Yu's cold words.
"So, go to Yanjing, find Rahal. Rahal also needs your care. With your abilities, whatever you do in the Yanjing military would be better than what you're doing now."
Dirang hesitated for a while before speaking: "But, my brothers here."
"Oh, you an your subordinates? Don't worry, I've already thought of a way out for them. Before coming here, I notified the Indian governnt to send people to take over the Rebel Army's powers. I think, among you rebels, there's so combat power. It would be a pity to waste it in the civil war for nothing. Let them join the governnt army and contribute to resisting the demon plague."
"You..."
Upon hearing Wen Yu's words, Dirang suddenly raised his head and clenched his fists tightly.
Wen Yu's words sounded nice but didn't change the essence of the matter. Wen Yu's implication was none other than sending Dirang and Xima to Yanjing, while the remaining Rebel Army would be handed over to the Indian governnt.
When the ti cos, how the Indian governnt deals with this bunch of rebels will be the Indian governnt's business. But it's conceivable that the Indian governnt won't place much importance on this group of rebels. What awaits them might be the front lines against the Demon Tribe or perhaps a dark prison.
However, what relation does this have with Wen Yu?
Seeing Dirang's expression gradually turn to anger, Wen Yu couldn't help but kindly remind Dirang.
"It's because of Rahal's commission that I'm here to et you. Rahal rely asked to ensure the safety of you two, then wait for soone from Yanjing to fetch you two. In other words, I could choose another way to handle the matter, such as knocking you two out and dragging you away... actually, after thinking about it, that still seems like a more straightforward thod. I estimate that even if you, this guy, went to Yanjing, you wouldn't stir up much trouble..."
At this point, Wen Yu leisurely pinched his chin, looking as if he were in deep thought.
Dirang's heart tensed, but in the next second, Wen Yu's expression suddenly beca ferocious.
"So, don't test my patience!"
The cold tone, the roaring killing intent, and the faint huge power revealed all told Dirang one fact—Wen Yu's will cannot be defied! At least not by Dirang!
Another bucket of cold water was poured over Dirang's head. The anger that had just risen dissipated instantly against the disparity in power.
Dirang seed to have his spine extracted, slumping onto the chair, staring blankly at the ceiling, returning to the state of despair before Wen Yu arrived.
Ambition, to the weak, is like a drug—no, even more addictive than drugs! So addictive that it makes these people lose their basic self-awareness.
And Wen Yu's forceful intervention undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow to Dirang.
Fortunately, Dirang had a good secretary.
The woman called Xima had already grasped the current situation from the earlier conversation and hesitantly spoke at this mont.
"Sir, when the people from the Indian governnt arrive, can I negotiate with them?"
"Sure."
It was a small matter.
Hearing Wen Yu's reply, Xima hesitated again and asked: "Then, sir, during the negotiation, may I use your na a little?"
Wen Yu imdiately chuckled, then nodded.
This woman is much smarter than Dirang.
...
The rebel forces headquarters, set up in the wild hills.
The terrain isn't particularly steep, but it's extrely hidden. Coupled with various concealnt asures set up by Dirang outside the camp, this is the main reason this small rebel forces headquarters has survived the harassnt by the Indian governnt army and the demon plague until now.
However, today, this "paradise on earth" is destined to be touched by the outside clamor.
"This should be it, the rebel forces headquarters..."
Recalling the news just received, Siddhartha sighed silently, feeling no joy deep inside.
No other reason, just Sequence Number 2.
Just at a routine eting of the Indian Governnt Army, the eting was in full swing when suddenly a spiritual fluctuation, like thunder from the heavens, bood throughout the eting room!
Siddhartha didn't rember the exact content—being a pure martial artist, language wasn't Siddhartha's strong suit, but there were indeed those familiar with Chinese within the Indian high command.
In short, Sequence Number 2 wanted to discuss matters with the Indian governnt, and the location was at the rebel forces headquarters, along with the specific coordinates of the headquarters...
Then...
As the only breakthrough achiever among the Indian governnt army, Siddhartha was naturally assigned by those high-ranking officials to co over.
Thinking of this, Siddhartha couldn't help but complain—perhaps in the eyes of those high-ranking officers, the prowess of breakthrough achievers is more or less the sa, so they nobly claim "let Siddhartha co to rein in Sequence Number 2," but Siddhartha realized the situation was quite different.
User Comments
0 comments from readers