Starting with a cub, the superpower boss becomes the richest man by lying flat

Chapter 223 Caught & Counterattack
The deeper Lin Xin ventured into the Western Rong people's camp, the more uneasy she felt, as if something was about to spiral out of control, making her somewhat restless.

"What's wrong?" Mo Ziyuan asked, noticing her strange expression.

Lin Xin shook her head, clearing the thought from her mind, and said with a serious face, "It's nothing, it's just that it's a little too quiet here. Let's be a little more careful!"

Mo Ziyuan had always felt that something was wrong, and after Lin Xin pointed it out, he suddenly realized that it was indeed too quiet here.

He had entered the Western Rong people's camp before, but never so quietly.

"Watch out!" Lin Xin suddenly shouted. Mo Ziyuan felt a strong force push against him, and he involuntarily took several steps back to the side before regaining his footing. When he turned around, he saw a scene that terrified him.

A large net covered with barbs descended from the sky, trapping Lin Xin inside. She lay on the ground, struggling violently, her skin torn by the barbs, and the pungent smell of blood quickly spread.

"Xin'er!" Mo Ziyuan shouted, not caring about hiding himself, and rushed to her side to help her tear the large net.

It was unclear what material the net was made of, but the more it was torn, the more it shrank. Before, it had only loosely covered Lin Xin, but now it was almost completely wrapped around her body.

"Hahaha, Prince Dingguo, how have you been!" With a rough laugh, a group of foreigners appeared before them, surrounding a tall man with a full beard and dreadlocks.

"Wuhetu!" Mo Ziyuan stood up, drew his sword from his waist, and stood in front of Lin Xin to protect her.

"Indeed, it is I, the heir of the Duke of Dingguo. How does it feel to be a prisoner?" Wuhetu looked at Mo Ziyuan, who was on high alert, and his smile became even more delighted.

"Did you know I would come tonight?" Mo Ziyuan asked.

"Hahaha, how does it feel? Betrayed by your own people, huh! Everyone says the people of the Central Plains are united as one, but it seems they're not all that great after all!"

“It’s Kong Xiao!” Mo Ziyuan practically spat out the name through gritted teeth.

"Since you can't escape tonight anyway, it won't hurt to tell you. Kong Xiao is just a fool. How could he be worthy of cooperating with our great Xirong people! He's just a scapegoat after things are exposed. He's not our real friend, hahaha!"

"Who is that?"

"I can't tell you that. You'll know everything when our great Western Rong people conquer your country," Wuhetu said mockingly, looking at the indignation on Mo Ziyuan's face. "Why don't you join us? Our Khan is quite interested in you. If you agree, you'll have high-ranking positions, rich rewards, gold, silver, and beautiful women. What do you say?"

"Hmph! You can forget about making me betray my country."

"Are you Central Plains people really that stubborn? Let me tell you, if you don't join us, tonight will be the death knell for you and this little beauty. I'm not one to show mercy to women, and I really like your Central Plains people's saying 'make the most of everything'!"

The men behind Wuhetu joined in the commotion: "General Zuo, could you bestow this beauty from the Central Plains upon your men? We've had our fill of the Western Rong beauties; we all want to taste the charms of a Central Plains beauty!"

"Hahaha, good. If the heir of the Duke of Dingguo refuses to surrender, then this general will take it upon himself to bestow that little beauty upon you. Remember not to go too far, lest the brothers behind you have nothing to play with."

"General Zuo, please rest assured, we all know what we're doing!"

"Yes, General, we won't do anything reckless." "I wonder when we'll be rewarded with the man; the brothers are getting impatient."

"Haha, Ebony, is it you who can't wait, or your brother? You'd better make it clear!"

"You're all anxious, you're all anxious! Don't blame me, I don't believe you're not anxious!"

"Urgent, of course I'm anxious, hahaha..."

The offensive words made Mo Ziyuan's eyes turn bloodshot, and the veins on the back of his hand gripping the sword hilt stood out.

"Well? Heir of the Duke of Dingguo, what's your decision? If you don't make a decision soon, my brothers won't be able to wait any longer! Look..." Before Wuhetu could finish speaking, his voice suddenly stopped. He raised his hand to cover his neck, his eyes bulged, and his mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't say anything.

The Western Rong soldiers standing behind him, unaware of what was happening, echoed, "Yes, let's make a decision quickly! The brothers are all anxious!"

Some had even unbuttoned their shirts, revealing their hairy chests.

"You, you... cluck, cluck... you..." Wuhetu's tall figure suddenly swayed, and he knelt on one knee. Crimson liquid dripped from between his fingers, and the smell of blood in the air suddenly became much stronger.

The Western Rong soldiers then realized something was wrong and rushed forward to surround Wuhetu. Upon seeing his condition, they exclaimed in surprise, "General Zuo!"

"Someone's attacking! Protect the general!" Someone was the first to react and shouted.

The Western Rong soldiers finally snapped out of their daze and automatically formed a circle around Wuhetu. Two of them knelt down to check his injuries.

"This..." The soldier who was squatting down was speechless as he looked at the blood spurting from between Wuhetu's fingers. Wuhetu could no longer even kneel down and collapsed onto the soldiers next to him.

His eyes widened, and he raised a trembling hand, pointing to Mo Ziyuan outside the circle of people. He stammered, using all his remaining strength, "That...that woman..."

He was barely breathing, and the soldiers had to put their ears almost to his mouth to barely hear what he was saying. They turned around in surprise and saw that the woman who had been struggling with the net had somehow broken free and was now standing gracefully beside Mo Ziyuan, holding a long sword and looking at them with cold eyes.

Saying those few words had exhausted the last of the oxygen in Wuhetu's lungs. His face turned purple, his mouth twitched open a few times, his eyes dimmed, and his body went limp in the soldier's arms, unwillingly losing his life.

"General!" The soldier trembled as he removed the finger that had been probing his nose, and cried out in a sorrowful voice.

The Western Rong soldiers present turned their heads and saw their revered commander lying there silently, his eyes, which had always shone with wisdom, now wide open and dull. They were filled with horror.

"Mo Ziyuan, was it you?!" Wuhetu's deputy general was one of the two people who checked his injuries. Seeing Wuhetu die inexplicably, he stared angrily at Mo Ziyuan with bloodshot eyes.

"So what if it's me? It's just that you're not as skilled." Mo Ziyuan's eyes were no longer bloodshot from before. Although his eyes still showed worry, he was able to speak calmly.

"I'll fight you to the death!" The lieutenant brandished his long sword and charged towards Mo Ziyuan.

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