"You set a trap? You'd already spotted us?"
Weiss glanced at Francis, whose body had long since gone cold, and had no choice but to accept reality.
"This is Chun Prefecture, buddy. Forget you-even White Garment might not escape our notice if he came." Duan Ka proudly folded his arms.
Given Eight-Nine Prefecture's control over Chun Prefecture, not the slightest disturbance could escape their attention.
Xiao Yuan hadn't been idle these past few years. In the northeast, the intelligence network she had built worked even better than Guan Ming's Intelligence Department.
From high-ranking officials and nobles to peddlers and porters, anyone could be an undercover informant for Eight-Nine Prefecture.
"So you deliberately lured us out of the city." Weiss drew his sword as he surveyed the surroundings, searching for a gap in the encirclement.
Unfortunately, everyone who had come to surround and eliminate them this time was an expert.
"There's construction going on in the city. Xiao Yuan would be upset if we damaged it." Duan Ka pointed at the twelve shallow pits in the distance. "I personally picked this prime burial ground for you. Once you're buried, I guarantee your families won't know a moment's peace."
"Phew." However unwilling Weiss felt, he could only accept the outcome.
He had lost.
Lost because he had been too careless.
Lost because he had underestimated that woman.
He had thought that with Little White Tiger and Old Ninth away, and Overlord at Overlord Stronghold, there were no experts left in Chun Prefecture's city.
He hadn't expected Xiao Yuan to have kept this move in reserve.
"Chun Prefecture's female strategist... truly impressive." Weiss drew his longsword, his sharp gaze fixed on Duan Ka. "Call her out."
"A wise man doesn't stand beneath a crumbling wall. My sister-in-law has appearance anxiety. Unless something major