Kill Chen Xiaobei?
Lu Changwei and Zhu Dachang almost burst out laughing. They had been wanting to kill Chen Xiaobei for a long time but never had the chance.
Who would have thought that the Ninth Young Lord would help them get rid of Chen Xiaobei, the thorn in their side, the moment he arrived! What a satisfying word!
Lu Changwei's lackeys were all gloating. They were almost clapping and cheering for Chen Xiaobei.
Of course, some were happy while others were sad.
Wenren Muyue stepped in front of Chen Xiaobei, her brows furrowed. "Ninth Young Lord! Please let Mr. Chen go this time! I beg you! "
Everyone in the surroundings was taken aback by his words.
In Silver Plume City, the second most powerful family after the governor, the Dong Family, was the Wenren family.
Wenren Muyue was the daughter of the Wenren family. Even the young governor, Dong Xiaopang, had to give her some leeway.
Wenren Muyue had never said the word 'beg' in front of others.
But now, for the sake of an outsider like Chen Xiaobei, Wenren Muyue was begging someone else! This was simply unimaginable!
More importantly, the person Wenren Muyue was begging was the most arrogant, unreasonable, and powerful man in Northern Wilderness Starfield – the ninth son of the Northern Wilderness Overlord!
In Northern Wilderness Starfield, the Overlord was like an emperor, and the Ninth Young Lord was the most pampered prince.
As for Wenren Muyue, she was at most the daughter of a minister.
If the Ninth Young Lord was in a bad mood, he could even kill her!
Dong Xiaopang, Miao Yiyue, Qin Luo, and Wei Ruilong – the four most powerful young masters in Silver Plume City – did not even dare to say a word for Chen Xiaobei.
One could easily imagine how fearsome the Ninth Young Master's authority and ferocity were!
"Huh? Muyue, you've always been high and mighty. I don't think you've ever begged anyone before! "
The Ninth Young Lord narrowed his eyes. "Since you're begging me, Ximen Dingjun, then I'll give you a chance!"
"Ninth … Ninth Young Lord, what do you want me to do?" Wenren Muyue frowned. She knew that something bad was about to happen when she saw Ximen Dingjun's expression.
As expected, Ximen Dingjun narrowed his eyes and grinned. "As long as you come to my tent tonight and satisfy me, I will let this bastard go! Otherwise, you'll have to collect his corpse! "
"I …" Wenren Muyue frowned, her eyes filled with disgust. But this concerned Chen Xiaobei's life and death. She could not just reject him like that.
"What? Does the Ninth Young Lord not deserve your service? "
Lu Changwei narrowed his eyes and fanned the flames. "Wenren Muyue! It's fine that you put on airs in Silver To Yue! You act in front of the Ninth Young lord! Do you even put the Ninth Young Master in your eyes? "Lord" Wenren Overlord! "
Wenren Muyue was shocked. She quickly said, "The Wenren family has always been loyal to the Overlord. In my heart, I have the utmost respect for the Overlord."
"Alright, alright. You don't have to say any more nonsense. You just don't want to serve me, right? Men! "Ximen Dingjun barked.
"Yes, sir!"
The dozen or so guards behind Ximen Dingjun answered in unison, awaiting their orders.
Ximen Dingjun may be a good-for-nothing, but these dozen guards were all at Ethereal Cultivation!
What was even more surprising was that there was an old man wearing a human skin mask among the young guards.
The Elite Hunting Competition only allowed people below the age of 30 to participate. In order to protect Ximen Dingjun, this old man had to wear a mask and blend in with the young guards.
Ximen Dingjun's trip alone required so many elite guards! One could only imagine how powerful the Northern Wilderness Starfield was! The Northern Wilderness Overlord valued this son of his!
"Ninth Young Lord! No! I beg you … I beg you … "As soon as the guard moved, Wenren Muyue could no longer hold herself back. She begged in a pitiful voice.
Ximen Dingjun was unmoved. "You have two choices. It's not too late to change your mind! You can either serve me! Or you can collect this bastard's body! "
"No …" Wenren Muyue was in a dilemma. On one side was Ximen Dingjun, whom she detested, and on the other side was Chen Xiaobei, who was in a hopeless situation.
Choosing between the two was the hardest thing in the world to do!
Lu Changwei and the rest were watching the drama unfold with their arms crossed. They could not wait to take out their Coke and popcorn to watch Chen Xiaobei and Wenren Muyue being tortured.
Dong Xiaowu, Miao Yiyue and the rest were worried sick. But when it came to Ximen Dingjun, they did not dare to intervene. They did not even dare to say anything.
Wenren Muyue was left alone. Her heart was in turmoil, and she was on the verge of despair.
"Ninth Young Lord, please don't make things difficult for Ms. Wenren!"
Chen opened his mouth again and said calmly, "Can I say three words? After that, I promise you that you will not kill me! "
"You have no right to speak here!" Seeing that Chen Xiaobei was about to take action, Lu Changwei glared at him.
"When a man is about to die, his words are kind." Chen smiled calmly and said, "For the sake of my life, these three sentences of mine will definitely change your mind!"
"Nonsense! Ninth Young Lord is a smart man! I knew that you are a Jianghu liar! No matter how extravagant your words are, you will still die today! "
Lu Changwei was worried that the situation was about to change. "Men! Drag this bastard away and chop him to death! "
"Yes!"
Lu Changwei's lackeys rushed out, sharpened their knives and charged at Chen Xiaobei.
"Wait! Let him speak! "
Ximen Dingjun's eyes narrowed. His curiosity was piqued. "What are those three lines? I allow you to say them! I want to see where your confidence comes from! Do you really think that I will let you go? "
As soon as he said that, Lu Changwei immediately signaled for his lackeys to leave.
At the same time, all eyes were on Chen Xiaobei.
Three words to save himself!
It sounded like an impossible mission!
Lu Changwei and his lackeys narrowed their eyes, like a pack of wolves staring at their prey, ready to refute Chen Xiaobei at any moment.
Wenren Muyue and the others were worried for Chen Xiaobei, but there was nothing they could do to help.
Whether he lived or died, it all depended on what Chen said next.
"Kid! Why are you looking at me like that? Say it! "
Ximen Dingjun urged impatiently. "My patience is limited! If you dare to mess with me, I will make sure you die a horrible death! "
"The first sentence!" Chen Xiaobei raised an eyebrow. "Ninth Young Lord, you are crazy!"
"What?!"
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