"Ah, wake up, you little brat, stop sleeping. The ransom's family has arrived."
Lin Dashao was sound asleep on his cot when Di Xin woke him up.
Lin Zhan groggily opened his eyes and looked at Di Xin, saying, "Old ancestor, why are you bothering me? Besides, as an ancestor, you just barge into your grandson's room like this? What will your granddaughter-in-law think of you."
Di Xin looked dumbfounded at Lin Zhan's cot, confirming that it was indeed just him alone.
Then, with a gruff shove, he scolded, "Can't you be a bit more ambitious, you little bastard? It's only been a few days since you separated from your wife, and you're already unbearable. Truly ambitious, dreaming of your wife."
He then grabbed Lin Zhan by the collar and dragged him out.
In the central command tent on the front line.
Shang Jiawei sat in the main seat, with Zhu Gui and Shang Tang seated to the side.
Opposite them were Mo Yu Di Zun and Ye Lao Er, the uncle and nephew duo.
They chatted idly.
Mo Yu Di Zun, true to his reputation as a nobleman, cursed without using any vulgarities.
"Shang Jiawei, although you are a generation younger than me, you are also a prominent figure in Hua Xia. How could you awaken so early? I have come this time for our young ones from the Ten Thousand Races, especially my grand-disciple. He is young and ignorant, and I apologize for any trouble he has caused you."
Although the people from Da Shang were short-tempered, they were not illiterate. Hearing Mo Yu Di Zun's veiled words, they couldn't help but feel a touch of anger.
Mo Yu Di Zun's words implied: Shang Jiawei, in terms of seniority, you are not on the same level as me, and you should quickly call me ancestor. You've heard you're a big shot in Hua Xia, so why did you awaken so early to do nanny work? It seems you're nothing in Hua Xia either. For a powerful being at the Emperor's throne to act against those beneath the foundation of the Ten Thousand Races is shameless. Especially Rommel, you even kidnapped a platinum-level youngster. And in terms of seniority, this young fellow is of your ancestor's generation. Your character is poor, you even kidnapped someone of your ancestor's generation.
Di Xin and Lin Zhan, who had just walked to the outside of the great tent, heard Mo Yu Di Zun's words. They exchanged a glance.
Lin Zhan gave Di Xin a look, signaling him to wait a moment before entering, to see what Ancestor Shang Jiawei was thinking.
Shang Jiawei, as expected of someone with experience, smiled and said to Mo Yu Di Zun, "Alas, awakening early is just to be a nanny for these young ones. But who asked our ancestors to have bad tempers? I, the most useless one, had to come first to maintain the human race."
"Actually, it's because I have a good temper and don't like trouble. If someone like my grandfather had awakened first, wouldn't things be much simpler, and we wouldn't have to waste words here."
"By the way, your grand-disciple, to achieve so much at such a young age is indeed extraordinary. He has had many dealings with a junior from our family, and they can be said to appreciate each other."
Shang Jiawei's meaning was: Among the big shots in Hua Xia, I am the most useless. Yet, even in my state, I awakened with you. Do you think you deserve to be of the same generation as our ancestor? Don't think that just because my grandfather has a temper, it means everyone does. Only capable people have tempers. You, a useless piece of trash, shouldn't speak, it's too embarrassing. It's fortunate that I, a peace-lover, awakened first. Otherwise, if someone like my grandfather had awakened first, you would all have been killed long ago. Have you forgotten how your second brother died? And you still dare to spout such nonsense. Also, your grand-disciple is a useless piece of work. How old is he? He's not as good as our Lin Zhan. How many times has our grandson captured this useless piece of work? He's quite pleased with you rich fools.
As soon as Shang Jiawei finished speaking, Mo Yu Di Zun's usually handsome face flushed. He was infuriated.
If the ruffians of Da Shang were angered like this, they would have already flipped the table and drawn their swords.
But Mo Yu Di Zun, this pretentious fellow, couldn't do that.
Hearing Shang Jiawei's words, Lin Zhan gleefully winked at Di Xin, and they both walked in with smiles.
"Haha, Lin Zhan pays his respects to all the ancestors."
After Lin Dashao bowed to the people of Da Shang, he turned to Ye Lao Er.
"Long time no see, Senior Ye, are you well?"
He then bowed to Mo Yu Di Zun and said, "This senior, it is my first time meeting you. Young man pays his respects."
Mo Yu Di Zun looked at Lin Zhan's graceful demeanor and neat actions, and couldn't help but nod, saying, "Young friend, you are too polite."
"Since both seniors have arrived, please join us for a late-night snack. We can then talk by candlelight."
Lin Zhan said to a nearby orderly, "Go tell my private kitchen to prepare a few exquisite small dishes, and also bring some of the Divine Farmer Clan's Hundred Flower Spiritual Wine. I want to entertain the two seniors properly."
Ye Lao Er and Mo Yu Di Jun exchanged glances. They were also a bit embarrassed by Lin Zhan's politeness.
"Young friend Lin, there's no need to trouble yourself. My uncle and I have come today to discuss the conflict we had a few days ago. You see, could I perhaps… well, could I take Rommel with me?" Ye Lao Er politely said to Lin Zhan.
In fact, Lin Dashao knew that the reason Ye Lao Er and Mo Yu Di Jun were so polite was because they were from Da Shang, and Shang Jiawei was seated at the head.
Lin Zhan chuckled, smiling very politely.
Seeing Lin Zhan's smile, all the ancestors of Da Shang instantly became happy: Hehe, next year's military expenses are covered.
In the words of that little Taoist priest: "Lin Zhan smiles, life and death are uncertain." Either bankruptcy or begging.
Lin Zhan shook his head and said to Ye Lao Er, "Senior Ye, Rommel cannot leave with you. However, you can carry him away."
Hearing Lin Zhan's words, Ye Lao Er felt his head buzz: Carry him away? Could it be?
Instantly, uncontrollable killing intent surged towards Lin Zhan.
Zhu Gui immediately shielded Lin Zhan behind him, while Shang Tang locked onto Ye Lao Er.
The Xuan Shang brothers also emerged from the shadows.
Shang Jiawei, with a full smile, was the first to block Mo Yu Di Jun.
Lin Zhan, looking at the tense atmosphere between the two sides, said with a chuckle, "Senior Ye, what are you thinking? Is my character not trustworthy enough for you? Don't rush, Rommel is fine."
Ye Lao Er was stunned, then withdrew his killing intent and mumbled softly, "Do you even have character?"
Seeing Ye Lao Er's anxious expression, Lin Zhan continued, "Rommel has a terrible personality when it comes to drinking. He couldn't beat me in a one-on-one fight, nor could he beat me in a drinking contest. He got drunk himself and hasn't sobered up yet."