"Damn it, let's do it!"
Brother Shan shouted as he helped the old man up.
"What do you mean 'do it'?"
Young Master Leng, standing beside him, asked with confusion.
"Rebel!"
"Are you crazy? What rebellion?"
"Shit!"
Brother Shan pouted and said with righteous indignation, "Although this isn't Longguo, we can't just stand by and do nothing. Look at these people, they already see us as saviors."
"Screw you, you're the one who's crazy. Rebel? Do you even know what a rebellion is? Witch King City, where the king lives. You think a few commoners can win?"
Young Master Leng was genuinely exasperated.
"We have an army!"
"Where do you get an army?"
"Brother Gou!"
"Brother Gou..."
Young Master Leng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly pouted and laughed, "Hahahaha, damn it, you're right. Brother Gou now has over a hundred thousand troops, and their equipment is decent. We can give it a shot."
"A shot my ass, we have to win."
Brother Shan displayed absolute confidence.
"You contact Brother Gou, and I'll contact Brother Xiao."
"Forget Brother Xiao, he's impossible to reach. Moreover, with my intelligence, Brother Xiao is probably already on his way to Witch King City."
"Why?"
"Shit, are you an idiot? In Brother Xiao's eyes, Shan Mao is nothing. Brother Xiao insisted on coming to the Witch Kingdom specifically for the Witch King, so he will definitely go to Witch King City."
"I'll contact Brother Gou now."
Young Master Leng finally made up his mind.
Soon, Young Master Leng finished communicating with Brother Gou of Great Witch City. Brother Gou agreed immediately and set out with his army. The fifteen thousand troops would arrive outside Witch King City by 8 PM at the latest.
Why did Brother Gou agree so quickly?
It was obvious that Young Master Leng had forged the imperial decree.
Young Master Leng and Brother Shan were, at best, confidants of Ye Zixiao, but they did not have the authority to mobilize Brother Gou's troops. Although Brother Gou rose to prominence with Ye Zixiao's help, he wouldn't obey just anyone's command.
For matters like mobilizing a large army to attack a royal city.
Only Ye Zixiao could order Brother Gou.
"Everyone, listen to me."
Young Master Leng jumped onto the rooftop, put his hands on his hips imposcally, and shouted, "We have decided to lead you in rebellion and to kill the Witch King. Now, you all quickly go back and gather your people."
"Really?"
"That's great!"
"Thank you Commander Leng, thank you Commander Shan."
"Let's go, let's go call people."
A large group of tribal leaders, along with their clansmen, ran off. They truly saw Young Master Leng and Brother Shan as their saviors. They had completely decided that they must rebel and kill the evil Witch King.
Great Witch City.
Brother Gou's fifteen thousand troops had already marched...
As evening approached, the air traffic control unit of the Witch King's royal city detected a commercial helicopter bearing an allied country's military insignia. Soldiers immediately reported this to the highest-ranking officer.
"What insignia?"
The Air Force Commander asked calmly.
"Allied country's military insignia."
"Is it blue and white?"
"Yes, sir. Shall we fire?"
"Fire your mother!"
The Air Force Commander kicked the soldier and cursed, "It's obvious that's the private helicopter of Mr. Shi, a wealthy businessman from the allied country. Damn it, if I shoot it down, the King will have me killed."
"Yes, yes, sir. I was wrong!"
The soldier got up, feeling wronged, and ran off.
"Fire the salute, clear the way!"
The Air Force Commander issued a firm order.
In the air, Tang Keke, who had been circling the area in the helicopter, was discussing with Ye Zixiao whether to force their way through when she suddenly noticed that the Witch Kingdom's air traffic control unit was firing into the air.
"Holy crap, dodge!"
Ye Zixiao exclaimed.
"Damn, something's not right?"
While dodging, Tang Keke muttered, "The Hive Base was bombed less than half a day ago. There shouldn't be any survivors. The fate of Mr. Shi and Shan Mao wouldn't be confirmed yet?"
"It's indeed not right!"
Ye Zixiao looked down, completely bewildered.
"Hmm? It seems to be... salutes?!"
Tang Keke also noticed something was amiss.
Although the ground-to-air fire was loud, not a single shell flew towards their helicopter. Rows of celebratory fireworks exploded in the air, all at a considerable distance from the helicopter.
"It really is fireworks!"
"It seems we're very welcome!"
"Hahaha, this is interesting."
"Let's go, straight to the Witch King's palace."
After a brief exchange, the helicopter, flying above the volleys of fireworks, swaggered into Witch King City, not only unmolested but also greeted with great fanfare.
Looking down from above.
The royal city was a mess.
There were no skyscrapers, no bustling traffic. Dirty and dilapidated shantytowns were everywhere, indicating that the people here lived poorly. Compared to slums, they were barely making ends meet.
Less than ten minutes later...
The helicopter arrived above the royal palace.
The Witch King was an old man, but he was very fond of luxury. The royal palace was built with extreme opulence, featuring large gardens, a luxurious Olympic-sized swimming pool, and a helipad on the rooftop.
On the helipad.
Staff members were signaling.
Clearly, they were directing the helicopter to land.
"Should we go down?"
Tang Keke looked at Ye Zixiao.
"No, ascend."
Ye Zixiao's expression suddenly turned cold.
"Understood!"
The intelligent Tang Keke immediately began to ascend with the helicopter, murmuring, "You said you wouldn't die a good death, so you must not die a good death. This kind of death is still a mercy to you."
"What are you doing?"
Shan Mao roared with his mouth wide open.
"Showing you the scenery."
Tang Keke replied without looking back.
"Let me down, damn it, I was wrong, I surrender, I admit defeat! Ye Zixiao, as long as you spare me, I'll help you kill the king. I'll let you be king, okay?"
Shan Mao finally turned into a coward.
Because he had been severely damaged by Ye Zixiao, he could no longer mutate, and he didn't even have the most basic combat power. If he didn't beg for mercy now, he would be completely finished.
"Go to hell!"
Ye Zixiao cursed furiously.
After some time, the helicopter was very, very high. Looking down, the royal palace appeared very small, and the staff members who were directing the landing had become tiny black dots.
"Come on, you dog bastard."
Ye Zixiao turned and went to the rear.
He grabbed the bound Shan Mao with one hand, opened the helicopter's cabin door with the other. The cold wind howled, and the roar of the propellers was deafening. Ye Zixiao held Shan Mao suspended outside.
"Spare me, I was wrong!"
Shan Mao pleaded weakly.
"What did you say? I can't hear you."
"Boss Ye, spare my dog's life!"
"If you were a dog, I might spare you. But you're worse than an animal, you heartless dog bastard. I wish you'll be reincarnated as a dung beetle in your next life."
Before he finished speaking.
Ye Zixiao let go of his hand.
"Ahhh ahhh..."
Shan Mao instinctively let out a scream, which quickly faded from high to low, drowned out by the roar of the propellers. The wicked Commander Shan Mao, even in death, played a super high bungee jump.
Of course.
Shan Mao's bungee jump was without a rope!
On the ground.
The front of the royal palace was filled with people.
These ministers and military officers were all confidants of the Witch King. They had deliberately lined up to welcome the allied country's great tycoon, Mr. Shi. At this moment, they were all looking up at the sky.
"What's going on?"
"Why is it flying so high?"
"Huh, is something falling?"
"Get out of the way..."
A group of ministers and officers shouted in surprise.