"You little con artist, you actually tricked me!"
The negotiations with Wei Lou had gone very smoothly. Shen Tang had also gotten her wish, trading the prisoners for this abandoned city that seemed worthless to the world. No matter how much resentment the Warlord Leader felt, he didn't dare rashly turn against them before he'd figured out Shen Tang's strength. After all, who would dare provoke an unfamiliar power that had never made a name for itself but would attack you without warning?
Wei Lou had offered him a way out, and he'd taken it.
They handed over the men, and he handed over the city.
Shen Tang led her troops into the city, and the Warlord Leader left right afterward with his personal guards and the remnants of his forces. As long as the green hills remained, there would be no shortage of firewood. As long as he still had men under his command, finding another foothold wouldn't be a problem. For now, the most important thing was to get away.
Who could have guessed he wouldn't even make it a few dozen li before walking into an ambush?
Arrows rained from the sky, and enemies sprang from the ground.
Before the Warlord Leader's troops could mount an effective counterattack, the sudden, violent assault had already left them reeling. By the time his hands were bound behind his back and he was shoved in front of Wei Lou, the Literary Scholar who had recently dazzled him with honeyed words was smiling.
Wei Lou said, "Long time no see. We meet again."
The Warlord Leader was so furious that his temples throbbed. "I spit on you!"
He'd actually believed these Literary Scholars, who spoke one way to people and another to ghosts! Not a single word out of their mouths