How could several thousand people set out without some of them dying in "accidents"?
They were just like the escorts who guarded caravans in ancient times. Their only responsibility was delivering the goods. Normal losses had nothing to do with them.
As for the rules forbidding infighting and murder, those were meant to restrain the flock.
What wolf would follow rules made for sheep?
Seeing the two sisters over there, who dared to be furious but did not dare speak and were still waiting for Yang Jie to return and uphold justice, someone sneered disdainfully.
He sneered contemptuously.
People even believed what men said while taking off their pants. He truly did not know whether to call them naive or stupid.
After wishing upon the stars and the moon, the Xu Lin sisters finally saw a limping figure emerge from behind the bushes.
It was Yang Jie.
And beside him was a man with an extremely foul expression. Who else could it be but Lord Yan Chi?
The moment Xu Lin saw him, she screamed and threw herself forward, crashing straight into Yang Jie's arms.
Yang Jie: "Fuck!"
He was already covered in wounds. After being hit like that, his throat filled with a sweet, fishy taste, and he looked ready to cough up blood.
At that moment, Lord Yan Chi lightly coughed beside him.
"Ahem..."
He forcibly endured it and swallowed the blood in his throat.
His expression instantly became uglier than if his own father had died.
"You... What are you trying to do?!"
"You filthy woman! Are you always sneaking attacks on me?!"
He clutched his chest in agony, failing to notice Xu Lin's mouth for the moment.
Xu Lin raised her head and tearfully complained.
Only then did he notice that Yang Jie's head... was swollen