Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City Chapter 1247 1245: Looking Like That, You Dare Impersonate L

The hidden base lies concealed within the forest.

Extrely covert.

Scurrying about, constantly on alert even in the Xuan Clan's territory, is truly humiliating.

It's honestly oppressive and frustrating.

They've been cornered by the Heavenly Clan and thus can only hide within the woods, temporarily evading attention.

Half of their forces have been lost, and even Commander Feng Qingshui's whereabouts are unknown.

Their spirit was thus completely drained.

One by one, they sat on the ground, looking dejected and crestfallen.

When Lin Fan stepped into the camp, he imdiately sensed the atmosphere of despair, indeed quite disheartening.

Nevertheless.

He ca precisely to extricate these people from such dire straits.

He naturally wouldn't be swayed by their emotions.

Mo Kun sat in the main tent, staring intently at the map before him with a grave expression, his brows furrowed in worry.

Suddenly.

A soldier barged into the tent.

"General, Lin Fan requests an audience."

"Who?" Mo Kun was taken aback, suddenly looking up.

"Lin Fan..."

"Isn't he…" Mo Kun paused, sensing sothing was amiss, and asked with an arched brow, "What's going on?"

"While patrolling the bushes just now, soone encountered a suspicious person who claid to be Lin Fan."

"Outside the bushes? How did he end up outside?"

Mo Kun furrowed his brows tighter, perplexed.

"I… don't know…" the soldier stamred.

Mo Kun looked puzzled, apparently unable to make sense of the situation.

Just as he was pondering over what was going on,

another person stepped into the tent, one of the trio who had just encountered Lin Fan.

"General, Lin Fan is here."

Mo Kun knitted his brows into a single knot, asking, "You found him outside the bushes?"

"Yes."

"How did he run outside?"

"Uh… General… it's a bit strange… he claims to be Lin Fan…"

"Claims?"

"Uh… it's hard to explain briefly… maybe you should see for yourself…"

That person hesitated, his face twisted in complexity.

Mo Kun, thoroughly confused, could only nod.

"Bring him in then."

"Co in!"

Hearing soone call from inside the tent,

Lin Fan entered.

For a re General, he had quite the airs, making Lin wait outside the tent.

Doesn't he know who I am?

He should.

Even those three soldiers knew who he was, the General couldn't possibly not know.

Moreover.

He heard whispers from inside the tent, the voices low, as if they didn't want him to hear.

What are they saying?

What are they hiding from him?

Carrying those doubts, Lin Fan stepped into the tent.

"General Mo Kun, I am Lin Fan."

He took a few steps forward, clasping his fists in salute.

However.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Mo Kun, sitting high in the tent, said nothing, his eyes fixated on Lin Fan without blinking, as if sothing on Lin's body captivated him.

Lin Fan furrowed his brows, sensing sothing awkward in the air.

He felt a pervasive mistrust in the atmosphere.

The three who escorted him in remained at the entrance, seemingly preventing his escape.

Why such heavy vigilance?

Lin Fan muttered inwardly, glancing at Mo Kun.

As he looked up,

Mo Kun's gaze was exceptionally sharp, like two daggers piercing him, exuding a chilling air.

Lin Fan was taken aback.

"General?"

He didn't know what was happening; he had only just entered the tent and was t with such hostility and animosity.

It made one shiver.

If it was soone else standing before Mo Kun, they might have already been scared witless, fleeing in panic.

However.

Lin Fan didn't mind in the least.

He felt no fear or unease, only surprise.

For in his eyes, Mo Kun, a re three-layer practitioner of the Path-Breaking Realm, was worthless.

An insignificant ant.

An ant he could easily squash with a wave of his hand.

Mo Kun sought to wield his aura to intimidate, hoping to make Lin Fan submit.

But.

He quickly found it futile.

This alleged Lin Fan showed no sign of panic or confusion, remaining composed and steady.

Mo Kun's eye twitched fiercely.

"You are Lin Fan?!"

Mo Kun's voice suddenly rose.

Though just a Deputy General, since Feng Qingshui vanished, he had beco the army's General.

His status naturally elevated.

This person claiming to be Lin Fan didn't bow, and even showed no fear.

Interesting.

"Yes."

"Are you sure you're Lin Fan?!"

Mo Kun glared, gritting his teeth and asked again aggressively.

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow.

What does this an? Does he need to confirm if he is Lin Fan?

Isn't it obvious?

Has this fellow lost his mind, making Lin Fan confirm his own identity?

What a colossal joke!

Yet.

This joke seed to hide other anings.

Otherwise.

How could a deputy of the Xuan Clan ask such a foolish question?

What hidden story lies within?

Lin Fan frowned, staring coldly at Mo Kun as if he were an idiot.

Suddenly, he chuckled.

A mocking chuckle.

Everyone in the tent was taken aback!

To dare laugh in the General's face, blatantly mocking him.

This kid was way too bold!

"For General Mo Kun to ask such a question seems rather foolish, doesn't it? Don't I know if I'm Lin Fan? Do I need confirmation? I don't know why the General would say sothing so ridiculous, utterly incomprehensible."

"How dare you! You ignorant brat, do you think you can fool ? You're too arrogant, too arrogant! You're just putting on airs! Do you think we'd be duped by your disguise? You want to impersonate Lin Fan looking like that?!"

Mo Kun stood with a start, veins popping, eyes bulging with anger.

Lin Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Mo Kun's words suggested he envisioned Lin Fan as debonair, while his current appearance was shabby and unkempt.

Impersonation?

Hearing Mo Kun, Lin Fan was even more baffled.

Him impersonating Lin Fan?

It was the most ridiculous joke he'd heard.

"General Mo Kun, do you harbor misconceptions about Lin Fan, or rather ?"

Lin Fan spread his hands, shrugging helplessly.

A helplessness in dealing with Mo Kun's baffling notions.

What was the source of Mo Kun's sudden ire, what did they truly an, Lin Fan couldn't comprehend.

"Shaless scoundrel, kneel before ! Did you swallow a lion's heart to dare impersonate Lin Fan, single-handedly barging into the camp? Today is your death day!"

"Kneel? Death day?"

Lin Fan laughed coldly, looking disdainfully at Mo Kun's ferocious face.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

The three soldiers accompanying him imdiately drew their blades, cold light gleaming as they pointed at Lin Fan.

Instantly.

The tent filled with a murderous aura.

It would take only a mont to act.

Lin Fan remained serene as ever, standing still, not even glancing at the three with drawn blades, still wearing a faint smile of resignation.

"I wonder what misunderstanding General Mo Kun has about ? Or do you have any proof that I'm not Lin Fan?"

He wished to hear their reasoning.

Could it be.

That Mo Kun had betrayed the Xuan Clan and sided with the Heavenly Clan?

"Heh, you didn't expect, did you? The real Lin Fan already arrived at the camp before you, you impostor!