abc-du-gratuit Chapter 140 Muddy the Waters
Chapter 140 Muddy the Waters
The dark figure flashed quickly in the corner.
Just as he squeezed into a corner, a hand reached out from the darkness and pressed down hard on his shoulder.
That man was incredibly strong; his five fingers were like iron clamps.
"Oh no! It's the Martial Venerable!"
The shadowy figure let out a low growl.
"If you go back to report, I'm doomed!"
A deep voice came, carrying a chilling killing intent.
The shadowy figure hadn't even had a chance to see the person's face clearly.
A hand slapped him on the top of the head.
The palm strike, with its hidden force, penetrates deep into the bone.
The shadowy figure didn't even have time to scream before its body went limp.
The man emerged from the darkness.
It was Wang Yaowu, the inspector of Kyoto.
He looked down at the corpse, its face repulsive.
This is the mechanical liaison officer brought by the Silver Star.
They were specifically responsible for liaison between the Silver Star and the advance teams of the Machine Race.
Silver Star is dead, and this liaison officer must die too.
If we send him back to deliver the message.
The machine race will blame Silver Star's death on him.
He, Wang Yaowu, worked hard to climb to the position of Inspector of the Capital.
He has endured humiliation and hardship for decades, and finally achieved his current status. He cannot let it all be ruined because of a mechanical race prince.
"You all forced me to this."
Wang Yaowu gritted his teeth, his voice filled with hatred.
He hated Ye Feng, the young man who ruined all his plans with a single blow.
And even more fear.
Silver Star is dead!
The machine race will not give up easily.
"Ye Feng! It's all your fault!"
"The Mechanized Race envoy is dead. If I can't live, neither can you!"
He crouched down and rummaged through the corpse for a while, eventually finding a silver communicator.
That's a communication device specifically for the Mech race.
It's about the size of a palm and entirely silver.
The mechanical race's 30,000-strong army has reached the border of Shanhe Prefecture.
Wang Yaowu stood up, his expression turning into a sinister grin.
His original task was to bring Yin Xing to Shanhe Prefecture to conduct an on-site inspection of the enclave.
As a result, this Silver Star insisted on challenging Ye Feng!
He hadn't expected Silver Star to be so useless.
He was killed instantly by Ye Feng's sword!
Now that Yin Xing is dead, he won't be able to explain it when he goes back.
He came up with a plan, a way to muddy the waters and extricate himself from the situation.
The advance force of 30,000 mechanical warriors has arrived at the border of Shanhe Prefecture.
The enclave that Da Xia promised was the three hundred li of former territory that Jiangcheng had just recovered.
That piece of land was promised to the Machine Race by the Kyoto Central Government.
It was used in exchange for a peace treaty and military aid from the Machine Race.
Now all he needs to do is stir things up.
Let the advance team of the Machine Race fight against Jiangcheng.
Who would care about the life or death of a Silver Star then? He'd be able to explain himself when he returned to Kyoto.
"Heh." Wang Yaowu sneered, his laughter filled with malice.
He took out the silver communicator and began composing a message.
He mimicked Silver Star's tone and sent a message to the advance team of the Machine Race far away on the border.
"The human race of Shanhe Prefecture refuses to hand over the enclave and has placed me under house arrest in Shanhe Prefecture. Requesting assistance."
He pressed the send button.
Wang Yaowu stood in the alley, a malicious smile on his face.
What does it have to do with Wang Yaowu if Shanhe Prefecture and the advance team of the Mechanical Race fight?
He was merely bringing the mechanical race's envoy to Shanhe Prefecture for sightseeing.
Meanwhile, the presidential suite at the Shanhe Grand Hotel.
The living room was brightly lit.
The coffee table was laden with food and drinks.
Cao Keyuan, Director Zhou, Cheng Daxiong, and Xiong Chumo sat in a circle.
Ye Feng sat on a single sofa by the window, holding a bottle of cola, watching the old guys drink until their faces were red and their necks were thick.
"Come on, bottoms up!" Cheng Daxiong picked up his glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"Fine wine! The wine served in this presidential suite is truly exceptional."
Cao Keyuan also drank quite a bit, his face turning as red as Guan Yu's.
He put down his wine glass, looked at Ye Feng, and his eyes were a little red.
"Ye Feng, City Lord! Commander-in-Chief!" Cao Keyuan's tongue was a little thick.
"Today, I can finally say 'Jiangcheng, get up!'"
Ye Feng, holding a can of cola, shared a drink with Cao Zhenshou from a distance.
"And there's also that Lord Zhao Gongming," Cao Keyuan said, becoming more and more excited.
"Before, I didn't dare say a word in front of him!"
"Now he has to rely on Ye Feng from our family to stand up for him!"
Director Zhou finally couldn't hold back any longer.
"What nonsense are you spouting! Aren't you afraid the walls might be listening?"
"Ye Feng is here! What am I afraid of?" Cao Keyuan said confidently.
"Who in the entire Shanhe Prefecture could withstand Ye Feng's strike!"
The group burst into laughter.
Just then, there was a knock on the suite door.
The knocking was urgent.
Boom boom boom! ! !
He was filled with an barely suppressed anxiety.
"I'll go take a look." Director Zhou got up and went to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, a young man rushed in; it was Zhou Shen.
Cao Keyuan saw Zhou Shen.
"Young Master Zhou? What brings you here again?"
It's not that Cao Keyuan and the others disliked Zhou Shen; it's just that Zhou Shen had been coming over too often these past few days.
Since Ye Feng arrived in Shanhe Prefecture.
Zhou Shen comes to the Shanhe Hotel every day.
His goal was simple.
It was an invitation for Ye Feng to have dinner at the Zhou family's house.
They called it repaying Ye Feng for saving their lives.
But Ye Feng has been so busy these past few days that he hasn't had a moment to spare.
How could I possibly have time to go out to eat with Zhou Shen?
"Young Master Zhou, Ye Feng really is busy today." Cao Keyuan waved his hand.
"As you can see, we're celebrating. Why don't you come another day?"
Zhou Shen stood at the door, panting heavily; he was in a hurry.
"Commander Cao, I'm not here to invite you to dinner. I'm here to deliver a message—something terrible has happened!"
Seeing that he didn't seem to be faking it, Cao Keyuan stopped smiling and asked, "What is it?"
"My dad sent me," Zhou Shen swallowed.
"The advance team of the Mechanical Race, with an army of 30,000, has reached the border of Shanhe Prefecture."
The living room fell silent instantly.
"Say it again," Cao Keyuan said in a low voice, the effects of the alcohol gone.
Zhou took a deep breath.
"My father just received news that the advance force of the Mechanical Race, numbering 30,000, has assembled on the border of Shanhe Prefecture, less than 500 kilometers from Jiangcheng."
"They demanded that the Great Xia cede the three hundred li of its former territory, which Jiangcheng had just recovered, to the Machine Race as an exclave."
Cao Keyuan and the others' expressions changed drastically.
Three hundred miles of homeland.
That was the piece of land that Ye Feng led three thousand new soldiers to reclaim from the alien beasts.
Now the Mechs can take it away with just a word?
The Kyoto central government wants to give someone away with just a few words?
"When did the Kyoto Central Government agree to grant the machine race an enclave?" Director Zhou asked.
Zhou Shen shook his head.
"I don't know. My father said he only found out just now. The capital has been secretly negotiating with the mechanical race, and even Lord Zhao didn't know about it."
"The advance team of the Machine Race has already reached the border, and the news was only just sent over from the central command in Kyoto."
"That enclave was decided long ago."
Silence fell over the living room.
The group looked at each other, and each saw anger in the other's eyes.
They cannot defy the decision of the Kyoto central government.
But they couldn't bring themselves to hand over the land they had fought so hard for.
This is not something that can be taken away by just a few words.
Cheng Daxiong slammed his fist on the coffee table.
"Bullshit! That was retrieved from the alien beasts by Ye Feng and his three thousand soldiers. Why should it be given to the mechanical race?"
Xiong Chumo pulled him aside, but didn't say anything, and his face was also very ugly.
Director Zhou took a deep breath. "What else did your father say?"