Zhen Country's capital had fallen, yet an extremely bizarre scene appeared.
Just moments ago, the soldiers had been brimming with killing intent. Now, each one of them, fierce as a fiend, was weaving through the eateries. The owner thought he was about to lose his life and knelt to beg for mercy. "My lord soldier, spare me! This commoner has elders above and children below..."
The blood-soaked soldiers barged into his shop and dragged him out of his hiding place. The shock was so great that the owner had even prepared his last words. He mourned that he would never be able to raise his children or care for his parents in their old age, and felt even more guilty toward the wife hidden in the back courtyard.
Driven by his desire to survive, he wept and begged for mercy.
"Who cares how many elders you have above or children below? Get your ass cooking. You run an eatery and aren't open for business—are you trying to starve us?" The soldier speaking eagerly found a seat and sat down. "Hurry, hurry, hurry! Bring out everything tasty and good in your shop. Quick—"
The others were famished too.
Only the eatery owner remained completely out of the loop. His expression froze, his eyes went blank, and only after a moment did he come to his senses. He had no idea what these military lords were scheming; he only knew he did not have to die for the moment. When he tried to stand, he discovered that his legs had gone soft as dough.
"What are you waiting for?"
The eatery owner did not dare defy them. He tried to rise three times and fell twice.
One soldier exchanged a look with his companion and said in a low voice, "Go keep