Su Hao made his decision at once and loudly told everyone, "Wait for me. I need to relieve myself."
He unfastened the enormous pack and set it on the ground. Taking two steps forward, he lowered his voice. "Father, no matter what I tell you next, don't show any reaction."
Wu Yuntian nodded without giving anything away.
Su Hao said quickly, "About two hundred meters ahead, ten people are hiding on both sides of the road. Nine of them are Elite Warriors. Their target is probably me—they want to kill me."
Wu Yuntian's entire body instantly tensed, but his expression remained calm. "What's going on?"
"It's too much to explain right now. We'll kill them first and talk later. I'll pretend to relieve myself, then circle around from the side and wipe them all out in one pot. As soon as I leave, Father, tell Uncle Yong and Old Li. The three of you must protect Little Fatty and Qing Qing. Just in case, I'm most worried the enemy will launch a surprise attack on those two."
Wu Yuntian immediately refused. "No. Going over there alone is sending yourself to your death."
Su Hao said seriously, "Father, trust me. I'm already a Grandmaster Warrior."
Wu Yuntian's heart jolted! For a moment, he simply could not believe it. Yet he also knew that his son had never lied to him. Since Su Hao said he had reached the Grandmaster level, it had to be true.
Wu Yuntian fell into deep inner conflict, unsure whether to believe his common sense or his own son.
"Father!" Su Hao reminded him.
Wu Yuntian slowly nodded.
"Wait for me a moment!" Su Hao called out loudly again. Then, seemingly casually, he pulled his saber from the enormous pack, gripped it loosely in his hand, and