Calling a Truce
"Oh, oh, hypnosis!"
Even though this wasn't the first time he'd seen Li Bai snap his fingers, Chaka still had his reservations.
What if it was some kind of black magic?!
To foreigners, the ancient Eastern nation of China was not only mysterious, but also full of countless unknowns.
With Government Army Commander Horani leading the way, Li Bai and Chaka followed behind him empty-handed. No one in the military camp suspected a thing. It wasn't until the three of them got into a military jeep and drove toward the farm that someone finally noticed something was wrong.
Several jeeps came racing after them in a panic.
One pulled up alongside them, and someone inside shouted, "Lieutenant Colonel Horani, where are you going? It's too dangerous up ahead! You can't go there. Come back!"
"What do we do? They've caught on!"
Chaka, who'd thought they were about to get away with it, started panicking again.
"It's fine, Horani. Tell your men you're going to negotiate."
Li Bai wasn't worried in the slightest. He snapped his fingers again, noticing a flicker of struggle in the Government Army Commander's expression. Clearly, his men's words had affected him.
A soldier's will was indeed tougher than an ordinary person's, and he was more resistant to hypnosis, too.
If Li Bai had used hypnosis recklessly earlier, it might have backfired and made things worse. The Government Army had the moral high ground, after all. He couldn't deal with them as simply and brutally as he had with the rebel commander.
"Harry, I'm going to negotiate! You all go back!"
Under hypnosis, Horani said whatever Li Bai told him to say, with only the slightest hint of independent will.
"No, no! It's too dangerous! Those rebels don't keep their word. They'll definitely take