"Listen carefully when the time comes-smash a cup as the signal!"
"Listen carefully when the time comes-smash a melon as the signal!"
"Listen carefully when the time comes-smash something as the signal!"
In short, before the alliance ceremony, Huang Feihu would feast with the tribal chieftains. This was the opportunity the Gong Fang Chieftain and the other malcontents had been waiting for.
The Gong Fang Chieftain was a cautious man. To guard against every eventuality, he had prepared plenty of ways to signal his men. That way, no matter how valiant Huang Feihu was, nothing could go wrong.
When the time came, the tribal chieftains arrived outside the tent. Greeting them was Dou Rong, whom Huang Feihu had just promoted to deputy protector-general of the Northwest Protectorate.
Dou Rong had an ordinary face and an ordinary build; he would vanish into a crowd. The Gong Fang Chieftain sneered inwardly. Without the North Sea, the Northwest Protectorate was nothing. Even such an unremarkable man could rise to deputy protector-general.
Had Fei Lian, Earl of the North Sea, and Kong Xuan, North Sea Commander, been here, he truly would not have dared attempt an assassination.
Before they entered the tent, Dou Rong said, "Please leave your sabers here."
The Gong Fang Chieftain handed over his saber. He had never expected to bring a blade into the tent. If Huang Feihu lacked even that much caution, he could never have subdued the Gui Fang.
"Leave your fur hats here."
Dou Rong led them to a wooden rack and explained, "Wearing fur hats while eating would be rather inconvenient."
The Gong Fang Chieftain took off his hat. Apparently, removing his hat as the signal was out. Dou Rong was not entirely useless after all.
"Leave your footwear here."
The Gong Fang Chieftain instinctively bent