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"My lords, I've given you my respect. I've finished my tea. I have something else to do, so I won't stay here any longer. Goodbye!"

Seeing that they didn't say anything, Zhengjun Duncan didn't say anything more. He clasped his fists and got up to leave.

When the door of the private room opened, General Long Wei's face darkened and he was about to draw his sword.

But before he could take the next step, the city guard's hand was already on his arm, and he shook his head.

Zhengjun Duncan, who noticed something unusual, paused at the door, and then walked out.

At this moment, Liu Qiang, who was standing at the door, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhengjun Duncan walk out safely.

Then, he glanced at the ugly faces of the three people in the private room, and his heart became uneasy again.

Obviously, the conversation between the few people just now was not pleasant. Fortunately, nothing serious happened, otherwise he would have a hard time explaining to both sides.

"Why are you stopping me? That guy is arrogant and obviously doesn't take us seriously. If we don't teach him a lesson, will he really think we are sick?!"

General Long Wei was so angry that he slapped the table. The powerful force directly broke the whole sandalwood round table into pieces, and the food and wine were spilled all over the floor.

If he had been in a bad temper before, he would have chopped the other party.

"General, if it was an ordinary person, you would have hit him, but Zhengjun Duncan is not only a direct descendant of the Duncan family, but also a guest of the little prince. If something happened here today, do you think the little prince would let us go?" The general of the city guard said lightly.

"Yes, general, you can talk and make trouble, but you can't take action. There is no need to offend the little prince for a moment of anger. It's not worth it." The Grand Secretary of Tianzhang Pavilion also echoed. It's okay to threaten and scare people, but if Zhengjun Duncan is really injured, there will definitely be a lot of trouble.

Even though they were not afraid of the Duncan family, they had to give face to the young prince.

"You can't scold him, you can't beat him, are you going to let him go like this?" General Long Wei was still very unhappy.

If what happened today gets out, what face will we have in the future?

"General, please be patient."

The general of the city guard said calmly: "We are openly inviting people to dinner. If something happens to someone here, the young prince will definitely hold him accountable. Of course, if something happens somewhere else, that's another matter."

Hearing this, General Long Wei was slightly startled, and then quickly reacted: "You mean... we can act secretly?"

"Pick a few masters, capture him and torture him, and then make him disappear from the face of the earth."

The general of the city guard made a gesture of wiping his neck, and lowered his voice and said: "As long as we do it cleanly and neatly, and don't let anyone catch us, even if the young prince has doubts, there is no reason to make trouble for us."

"That makes sense!" General Long Wei's eyes lit up.

This is not the first time he has done such a thing as killing people to silence them.

If it were a local wealthy family in West Lucozia, he might be cautious and not go too far.

However, Zhengjun Duncan is from Stonia. Even if he has some powerful background, he can't make any big waves in West Lucozia.

With their power, they don't have to worry about the revenge of the Duncan family.

As for the young prince, it's enough to save face. I believe that the other party will not make a big fuss over a dead person.

"You two, this is not a small matter.

"How about we reconsider this matter?" The Grand Secretary of Tianzhang Pavilion seemed a little hesitant.

It was just to get information. If someone died because of this, it would be somewhat inappropriate.

"Grand Secretary, you saw what the guy's attitude was just now. How dare a foreigner be so arrogant in front of us? If we don't kill a chicken to scare the monkeys this time, won't everyone have the courage to shit and piss on our heads in the future?" General Longwei said coldly.

"I just think it hasn't come to this point yet." The Grand Secretary of Tianzhang Pavilion shook his head.

"If you are afraid, you don't have to do it. Let me solve it all."

General Longwei said coldly: "But I'll say it in advance. Today's matter is known to heaven, earth, you and me. If it is leaked out, don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people!"

"General, you worry too much. Just pretend that I haven't been here today. I don't know anything. "The Grand Secretary of Tianzhang Pavilion smiled awkwardly.

He is about to retire, and just wants to enjoy his old age, and doesn't want to cause any big trouble.

Some things can be avoided, and it's okay to be angry occasionally. This is his experience as an official for many years.

"Hmph! People are getting older, and their courage is really getting smaller and smaller!" General Longwei glanced at him, quite dissatisfied, but didn't say anything else.

To deal with Zhengjun Duncan, it is enough to have the cooperation of him and the general of the city guards, and there is no need for the power of Tianzhang Pavilion at all.

...

At this moment, in a moving jeep.

Zhengjun Duncan sat in the back seat with his eyes closed, and Liu Qiang next to him was a little uneasy.

"Old Duncan, I don't think things are good. You should leave West Lucozia as soon as possible, and it's better to leave now." After hesitating for a moment, Liu Qiang still spoke.

"I have made an appointment with the little prince to return to Stonia together tomorrow. If I leave now, wouldn't it be a breach of trust? "Zhengjun Duncan slowly opened his eyes.

"Oh! What time is it? Of course life is the most important!"

Liu Qiang frowned and said: "General Longwei has a hot temper and is ruthless. You have humiliated him in public today. He will definitely not let it go. If you don't leave now, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave tomorrow!"

"You mean, he will kill to silence people?" Zhengjun Duncan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Based on my understanding of him, it is very likely!" Liu Qiang looked serious.

"I am a guest invited by the little prince. If they kill me, how can they explain to the little prince?" Zhengjun Duncan said lightly.

"As long as they do it cleanly and don't get caught, the little prince can't do anything to them. After all, they are the backbone of West Lucozia. The little prince will never tear his face with them directly for the Duncan family. "Liu Qiang said solemnly.

After these words, Zhengjun Duncan suddenly fell silent.

Yes, this was the first time he and the little prince met today. Even if they got along well, the other party would not punish the great general Longwei for a dead person.

Besides, there was no need for him to gamble with his life.

If he won the bet, there would be no benefit. If he lost the bet, then he would lose everything. - Ton

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Anonymous said…
thanks, Ton!
Anonymous said…
Chen Zhengjun’s instincts screamed at him—something was wrong.

“Old Liu!” he called out, his voice hoarse.

No response.

Liu Qiang lay still against his back, as if peacefully asleep.

Chen Zhengjun halted in his tracks. His chest tightened, his tiger-like eyes turning red.

Liu Qiang had a family. A life waiting for him. He should have lived to see old age, to embrace his wife and watch his children grow.

But because of him—because of this tangled mess—Liu Qiang had been dragged into a disaster not of his making.

And now, he was dead.

A crushing guilt pressed down on Chen Zhengjun’s heart.

If only he hadn’t involved Liu Qiang.
If only he hadn’t clashed with those wolves in human skin.
If only…

Maybe none of this would have happened.

Honk—honk—honk!

A series of sharp honks shattered his thoughts.

Several black SUVs roared onto the street, tires screeching as they braked hard, forming a blockade.

Before the engines even cooled, the doors flew open.

One after another, masked men in black poured out.

In mere moments, Chen Zhengjun was surrounded.

The leader of the assassins surveyed the battlefield, his gaze lingering on the corpses of his fallen comrades.

He clicked his tongue, eyes cold and unreadable.

“You’re more capable than expected,” he remarked. “But it doesn’t matter. You won’t leave here alive.”

Chen Zhengjun clenched his teeth. “You were sent by General Longwei, weren’t you?”

“A dead man doesn’t need answers.”

The assassin raised a hand. “Take him!”

At his command, the assassins lunged forward.

Chen Zhengjun let out a thunderous roar.

“Come at me, then!”

With a single arm, he charged into the fray.

His body was battered, his wounds severe, yet his battle spirit burned fiercer than ever.

If he was going to die, he would take as many of them with him as he could.

His attacks became pure, raw instinct.

He punched, kicked, headbutted—used his very teeth when necessary.

Every move was fueled by fury and grief.

Crack!

An assassin’s wrist snapped under his grip.

Thud!

Another crumpled from a savage knee to the gut.

His sheer desperation made him unpredictable, forcing the assassins to tread carefully.

“Keep him alive!” the leader barked.

They wanted him breathing.

That hesitation gave Chen Zhengjun an edge, but not for long.

They didn’t fight to kill him. They fought to wear him down.

Their tactics were precise, methodical.

Dodging, retreating, baiting him into expending energy.

Before long, Chen Zhengjun was gasping for air.

His body, already pushed past its limits, screamed in agony. His vision blurred.

Blood loss. Fatigue. Too much damage.

He was reaching his breaking point.

Another strike. His legs nearly gave out.

Another hit. He stumbled, barely catching himself.

He knew—he couldn’t last much longer.

And then, something in his eyes changed.

A sharp glint. A sudden resolve.

The assassins tensed.

“I see… so you want me alive.”

Chen Zhengjun let out a cold chuckle, his breath ragged but filled with scorn.

“Too bad… you’re dreaming.”

Before they could react, his remaining hand shot up—

Boom!

With a thunderous impact, he slammed his palm into his own skull.

He chose death over capture.

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