Chapter 50 Charlie's Ferocious Roar

Charlie was viciously cursing at the Chu Rong enemy, while Chu Rong's words were also shockingly fluent, causing both Lu Xiaolou and Lord Cui, who were guarding the three of them, to twitch violently at the corners of their mouths and eyes.

Charlie's passionate outburst even made Mingmei, who was standing with the other servants not far away, feel an urge to cover her face and run away.

Ah!

Was this how they were using the lunch boxes she sold?

To curse people?!

Charlie's one-man battle against the crowd shocked the group of prairie men into stunned silence for a long time.

After a good while, Julian, holding back Charlie who wanted to go another three hundred rounds, also used fluent Chu Rong language to tell the tyrant their demands.

Although Julian's voice wasn't loud, everyone had already quieted down after the previous situation where arguing was useless.

Therefore, everyone around could hear what Julian was saying to the tyrant.

Julian was using the tyrant's life to threaten Chu Rong to withdraw its troops and promising not to attack Chu Rong for a hundred years!

This wasn't just a verbal promise; it also required the tyrant's royal seal on a written pledge.

"Don't even think about it!"

The leading burly general with a scruffy beard was furious upon hearing their demands. Was this some kind of joke, asking them to withdraw their troops at this point?

"Then don't even think about your emperor living!"

Charlie heard someone disagree?!

The hand holding the dagger immediately pierced the tyrant's neck, drawing a few drops of blood. This caused another uproar among the crowd, shouting for them to stop!

"One hundred years is too long."

An elderly Chu Rong official who looked like a civil servant tightly stroked his goatee, nervously watching the hand holding the dagger and looking at the silent tyrant, tentatively saying this.

The tyrant heard this and opened his mouth, "Ten years."

"Are you even trying to bargain?!" Charlie stared at the tyrant as if he had seen a ghost. "Just shut your mouth!"

After saying that, Charlie turned his head and glared at the old man, "Ninety years!"

Tyrant: "Five years."

The old man didn't say anything; the tyrant was digging his own grave with his bargaining.

"Get lost, get lost, get lost! Stay out of your ministers' business!"

Charlie didn't dare to directly kill the tyrant, but he dared to shout at him a few times.

Tyrant: "..."

Others: "..."

"Eighty years, not a day less!" After scolding the tyrant, Charlie turned back and told them his "bottom line."

"Twenty years, not a day more!" The white-haired old minister almost broke his beard, saying this number while enduring the tyrant's gaze.

"Do you believe I'll kill him right now?!"

He had seen stubborn people, but to dare ask for twenty years in this situation?!

"Then do it, you can kill me directly. If you kill me, none of you will escape today, and Chu Rong's iron cavalry will flatten Hua Liang's capital tonight and wash the city in blood."

Seeing that the old minister's beard was almost plucked out by their shouting, the tyrant could only speak himself.

As soon as he opened his mouth, every second was bouncing back and forth on the fragile nerves of the remaining four assassins.

And as soon as the tyrant said those words, the killing intent on his body instantly became undisguised. Even Mingmei, an innocent bystander and merchant, could feel it clearly.

The man before her had truly walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Moreover, the other party was truly crazy and not afraid of death at all.

"Absolutely not!"

However, just because the tyrant wasn't afraid of death didn't mean his subordinates weren't!

The prairie people had always respected strength. It had taken many years to produce such a hegemon to unify the grasslands. If he died at this time, even if these people attacked and broke through Hua Liang in a fit of anger and washed the capital in blood, so what?

After that, their Chu Rong would become a sheet of loose sand again!

The Xia people in the Central Plains were different.

The destruction of an old country would not make these seemingly weak Xia people submit to the iron hooves of their foreign tribes.

Without the current emperor, they were afraid that if they destroyed Hua Liang like this, tomorrow some Liang or some Hua would suddenly jump out and expel them.

Without their emperor, their Chu Rong was just a sheet of loose sand. Before they even had time to withdraw their troops, the grasslands would once again return to their original fragmented state!

Looking at the flickering flames in the old man's eyes, Charlie and the others wanted to speak again, but this time, Lord Cui spoke first.

Compared to them, who had only temporarily entered the script to assassinate the tyrant and protect Hua Liang, Lord Cui's setting was even more about courage and strategy, daring to take risks to come here for Hua Liang.

Therefore, at the final moment of negotiation, all the thoughts and secrets hidden in the old man's heart that he dared not say were all spoken out by Lord Cui's clever tongue, instantly silencing everyone around.

Mingmei looked at the Chu Rong officials who were somewhat afraid of endangering the situation, and then looked at Charlie and Julian, who were holding the tyrant hostage, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

In the end, an NPC had to step forward?

Thinking about what Lord Cui said, Mingmei's eyes flickered slightly. If she were a player, she would have met the merchant early on, eaten the lunch box, moved around to gather information, and chatted with a wise NPC like Lord Cui. Thinking about Lord Cui's closeness to the two players during the day, Mingmei now just wanted to roll her eyes.

In the end, these words still had to be said by the NPC himself. These players were too weak...

Thinking, Mingmei glanced at the tyrant's side and didn't say anything. Currently, she was just an onlooker.

Lord Cui and the old man went back and forth, talking for a long time, and finally reduced the time limit to only fifty years, and half of the cities and land conquered by Chu Rong were also ceded.

Charlie and the others were not satisfied and wanted to push it further, but Lord Cui sighed, turned his head, and shook his head at them. To be able to reach this number tonight was already remarkable.

The land that was ceded, the remaining time, the future was long, and one day they would personally counterattack and reclaim the land!

After signing the treaty, the four were able to leave safely. Mingmei stood in front of the royal tent, watching a group of people leave on horseback. Behind them, the gazes of these people were almost tangible, wishing they could shoot the four with ten thousand arrows. They had already marched south to this point, but in one night they had to retreat?

But no matter how unwilling they were, there was nothing everyone could do. Too many things had happened in one night, and the tyrant finally couldn't hold on and fell seriously ill, startling the people on Chu Rong's side and slowing down the speed of their retreat.

It was clear that the game should be over and she should be logging off, but now she was forced to stay by the tyrant's side to take care of him, unable to go anywhere.

It wasn't until she was the only one left around the tyrant that Mingmei put down the bowl of medicine and spoke, "You... aren't the tyrant, are you?"

The "tyrant" opened his eyes and looked at Mingmei, revealing a fragile smile, only saying, "How could I be?"

"How could you not be? A Chen?" Mingmei even called out his name, "I underestimated you as a player. Cross-dressing expert, super disguise skills, secretly putting on this act with them."

Mingmei had felt something strange ever since yesterday when she stared at the body that had been beaten beyond recognition, unable to distinguish its shape, like a puddle of mud, and was still hanging high there.

The strangeness grew even stronger when she saw him dealing with the assassins' bodies that night.

The tyrant was brutal and inhumane, so why was the assassin from the day tortured to such an extent and hung up to be despised after death, while the one at night died so simply?

Although scattering ashes to the wind was also serious in ancient times, compared to being beaten to death alive during the day and hung up to be cursed, the two were not comparable.

Moreover, the fact that a player who had never appeared in the game was still alive was also a point of suspicion. It was the finale, but she still hadn't seen him.

Besides, Julian and Charlie's explanation to her yesterday afternoon also made Mingmei a little confused.

If the two had mistaken an NPC for a player, then it was very wrong for an NPC to tell them that she was a mysterious merchant selling lunch boxes!

Furthermore, according to the tyrant's temper, even if the two were cleared of suspicion on the spot, they might not be released immediately. Being able to release them could only mean that they would be needed later.

Mingmei had been watching everything coldly, thinking over all the events in her mind again and again, and only after the end of their negotiation and confrontation could Mingmei be sure of everything.

This finale was just a big show they put on!

A big show put on in front of so many Chu Rong people!

Mu Chen, who was exposed by Mingmei, didn't say anything, listening to the other party slowly and bit by bit finish saying what she suspected. Only then did he crack a smile, which was considered a default.

"By the way, your face..." Mingmei remembered his current face, which resembled the young master of the Zhang family, "Is it your own?"

Mingmei saw his mouth open, silently saying something, but suddenly a message popped up from the game system, saying that the game was over, and the next second, Mingmei was kicked out into darkness.

She never got the answer she wanted in the end.