Qin Dynasty: Ying Zheng is my brother, I am the Bad Commander

Ji Wuye's face, covered with thick muscles and scars, twitched slightly, but his eyes showed no sign of retreating. Instead, a more frenzied and violent glint appeared in them.

Now that he has set up this trap tonight, made his intentions clear, and even drawn his sword, there is absolutely no reason for him to back down halfway!

If he, a dignified general of the State of Han, were to be frightened away in his own residence, how would Ji Wuye ever be able to establish himself in the State of Han again?

Where is the authority of the leader of "Nightfall"?

Where should this general put his face?

More importantly, Ji Wuye was frantically calculating the pros and cons in his mind.

He knew that his actions tonight had completely offended Ying Chen.

This prince of Qin may seem like a playboy and lecher, but deep down he exudes an arrogance and domineering attitude that disregards the world.

If Ying Chen were to leave the General's Mansion unscathed tonight, then what awaits Ji Wuye will be the most intense and cruel retaliation from Ying Chen and even the entire Qin Kingdom!

With Qin's current ferocious national strength and the terrifying, all-pervasive infiltration of the Luo Net, once Ying Chen returns to Qin, or even just sends a message to the Qin army generals on the border, Ji Wuye wouldn't have enough heads to chop off even if he had ten!

Therefore, he has no choice but to go all the way down this path today!

He must force Ying Chen to submit! He must get leverage over Ying Chen!

Countless wicked thoughts flashed rapidly through Ji Wuye's mind.

He wanted to completely destroy the Qin prince's psychological defenses tonight.

He wanted to control him with poison, corrupt him with women, and force him to sign a humiliating treaty using the cruelest means, making him the perfect pawn in his hands.

The worst-case scenario would be to secretly imprison Ying Chen in the underground water dungeon of the General's Mansion, while publicly announcing that the Prince of Qin had gone missing during his travels.

As long as it's done cleanly and efficiently, leaving no evidence to prove otherwise, even if the Qin state suspects something, they won't find a pretext to attack.

As for directly killing Ying Chen...

A barely concealed sense of apprehension flashed in Ji Wuye's eyes.

He only dared to think about this idea in the deepest part of his mind, and would never dare to put it into action.

Ying Chen was no ordinary envoy from Qin; he was a prince of Qin, a direct descendant of the Qin royal family!

If Ying Chen really dies in Korea, on Ji Wuye's territory, it will definitely cause a huge uproar!

The Qin state will definitely use this as an excuse to launch a war of annihilation with the entire army of the country!

At that time, the dark, imposing Qin cavalry and the powerful bows and crossbows that blot out the sky will turn the entire Han state into ruins!

With its weak military and crippled national strength, South Korea is absolutely no match for the ferocious army of Qin.

Ji Wuye schemed relentlessly to sideline King An of Han and seize control of the military and political power of Han, all to become the uncrowned king of Han and enjoy supreme power and endless wealth! He certainly didn't want to send Han to its destruction!

If South Korea is gone, where will he become this uncrowned king? Will he become a prisoner of the Qin people?

Therefore, Ying Chen cannot die, but he must be controlled by him!

Thinking of this, Ji Wuye's last trace of hesitation vanished.

He suddenly stood up, his massive body resembling a black bear standing upright, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

He stretched out his thick arm, pointing at Jing Ni standing beside Ying Chen, his voice as cold as the chilling wind from the deepest hell, booming through the hall:

"Take that woman down! Dead or alive!"

Ji Wuye's order

For those elusive assassins hiding in the shadows, this was an absolute decree.

Although the sword intent emanating from Jing Ni terrified them, their fear of Ji Wuye far surpassed their fear of Jing Ni.

In the "Nightfall," the consequences of disobeying Ji Wuye's orders are a thousand times worse than death. The torture, where one can neither live nor die, is enough to turn any tough man into a lump of mud.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

As Ji Wuye gave his command, the shadows around the hall seemed to come alive instantly.

Dozens of black figures shot out from the roof beams, behind the pillars, and beside the screens like arrows released from a bow!

A series of sharp, whistling sounds filled the air.

Dozens of hidden weapons, gleaming with a ghostly blue poisonous light, rained down like a storm of pear blossoms, sealing off all of Jing Ni's escape routes and enveloping her vital points.

Immediately afterwards, the Hundred Birds Assassins, wielding all sorts of unusual weapons, pounced on Jing Ni like hungry wolves, their killing intent sharp and fierce.

Faced with this overwhelming attack, Jingni's beautiful face remained completely calm.

Her eyes remained as calm as still water, but her jade-like hand gripping the sword hilt tightened slightly.

"Buzz—"

The pink sword energy erupted instantly!

Jing Ni's figure left an afterimage in place, and she rushed forward like a butterfly flitting among flowers, facing the sky full of hidden weapons and assassins.

The sword flashed, like pink lightning tearing through the night sky.

"Jingle bells..."

A series of dense metallic clanging sounds rang out as the poison-laden hidden weapons were all knocked down and scattered on the ground in front of Jing Ni's impenetrable sword net.

Immediately afterwards, Jing Ni's sword clashed with the lead Hundred Birds Assassins.

There are no fancy moves, only the purest and most deadly killing techniques!

Jing Ni's every sword strike precisely avoided the opponent's weapon, aiming for the opponent's throat, heart, and other vital organs at an incredible angle.

Blood instantly bloomed in the hall.

However, the Hundred Birds Assassins are, after all, South Korea's top assassin organization, with a large number of members and excellent teamwork.

Although Jing Ni's swordsmanship was superb, she was caught in a fierce battle under the siege of dozens of people and was held back at the edge of the hall, unable to spare any attention to protect Ying Chen.

Ji Wuye looked at Jing Ni, who was surrounded and attacked, and a cruel sneer appeared on his lips.

He knew that although the woman's swordsmanship was terrifying, human strength had its limits.

Under the Hundred Birds' attrition tactics, she will eventually be exhausted and captured.

Now, his only prey is this isolated and helpless prince of Qin.

Ji Wuye turned his gaze to Ying Chen.

He had assumed that, without the protection of that powerful maid, the pampered prince of Qin would show his panicked and even fearful side, begging for mercy.

However, he was disappointed.

Ying Chen remained standing there quietly, his face showing no sign of panic, and he didn't even glance at Jing Ni, who was fighting a bloody battle.

His gaze slowly passed through the icy prison in the center of the hall, emanating a chilling aura, and through the intertwined swordplay, finally settling calmly on Ji Wuye.

There was no anger, no fear, no anxiety.

There is only a superior, condescending gaze, an indifference like a god looking down on ants.

This gaze deeply stung Ji Wuye's sensitive and arrogant pride.

Just as Ji Wuye was about to make a sarcastic remark, Ying Chen made his move.