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Chapter 1910: The Ghost-Faced Man Has a High Position and Power

"Rather than letting Dayong dominate alone and become difficult to contend with in the future, we should unite with the surrounding small countries and resist together. We will definitely make Dayong suffer."

Ming Le patiently persuaded the King of Xirong, and under the great temptation of benefits, he finally wavered. He pondered for a moment and finally nodded.

"Okay, I'll do as you say and send the troops."

As he spoke, the King of Xirong took out the letter written by Chen Changli and tore it up with his own hands in front of all the generals. The pieces were scattered on the ground, just like the trust between them, which fell apart and could never be healed.

He stepped on the fragments of the letter, glanced at everyone, and said in a cold tone: "That's it for today. Everyone go back and rest. Tomorrow, we will discuss ways to unite with other countries."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

A group of people left the tent, and Zhaman was among them. Seeing that the King of Xirong was so easily influenced in his decision, he couldn't help but sneer.

Zhaman did not leave in a hurry, but stood outside the tent and waited for a long time. Finally, a palace maid came out with a stack of fragments in her hand.

"My lord, they are all here."

"Hmm." Zhaman snorted, took the fragments, turned around and left.

He put on the ghost mask again, went to the basement, and slowly handed the torn letter of commitment to Chen Changli, saying in a mocking tone: "Chen Changli, even if you are smart and know how to prepare and write a letter to him in advance, you can't resist the greed of human beings, and all your efforts will be wasted."

"How about these scraps of paper? Are you familiar with them? Hahaha." The man with the ghost face laughed loudly, with pride almost written on his face. Facing his sarcasm, Chen Changli ignored him.

He reached out and picked up the note, then looked down at the familiar words on it.

Chen Changli said nothing, which made the ghost-faced man think that he could not accept the blow, so he became more and more proud: "Chen Changli, accept the reality, you are destined not to be able to defeat me."

"Hahaha."

He laughed wildly, and after enjoying Chen Changli's embarrassment enough, he left triumphantly. After the basement door was closed, Chen Changli raised his head. He still had the piece of paper in his hand, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that the fish is about to show its true colors."

"Changli, do you know who it is?" Wan Shufang was a little surprised. She walked forward quickly and saw Chen Changli handing her the letter of commitment with his thin lips slightly opened.

"I asked Wan Cong and Kuaima to deliver this letter of commitment to the King of Xirong. Even if the King of Xirong tore it up, the person who could get this piece of paper must be a powerful person in Xirong, otherwise it would be impossible to get it."

When Chen Changli said this, his eyes were sharp and his expression was full of determination. He walked to the wall, reached out and knocked on it, trying to call Amir and Yang Afu over.

They were originally locked up together that day, but later the Ghost-Faced Man was worried that they might do something bad, so he locked Amir and Yang Afu up in next door.

Let there be a wall between them.

Not long after the noise, Amir's voice was heard: "Chen Changli, Wan Shufang, what's wrong?"

"Just now, the ghost-faced man brought me something. It was a torn handwritten letter I wrote to the King of Xirong. You should be able to guess who got this thing."

As soon as the words fell, the other side of the wall fell silent. She certainly understood what Chen Changli meant.

After thinking for a while, Amir hesitantly gave a few names.

"These are the only generals Xirong can contact."

"Okay, I understand." Chen Changli nodded and fell silent again. Yang Afu didn't know what Chen Changli was planning. Looking at the dark cell, he just thought that he was doomed.

With despair looming in his heart, Yang Afu couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh, I'm still so young..." He murmured to himself, and his endless sighs lingered in the cell, making Amir frown.

As he sighed once more, Amir finally lost his patience.

"Yang Afu, shut up!"

"You look so sad, you're really annoying me, don't you know that?"

"Then I'm worried!" Yang Afu stiffened his neck and was furious. He seemed to feel that he was about to die and was no longer afraid of Amir.

Amir was stunned by the yelling. After a moment of silence, a smile suddenly appeared on her face: "Are you worried? I'll cure you."

"I've made you worry." With a focused look in his eyes, Amir made a precise attack and kicked Yang Afu hard on the knee. His knee was already injured.

Being kicked like that, he grimaced in pain and cried out to the sky. Chen Changli and Wan Shufang next door also heard it and shook their heads helplessly.

"Even at this time, the two of them are still so incompatible." Wan Shufang complained, trying to persuade: "Amir, don't hit him. It's more important to get out now. We can settle any old grudges after we get out."

As soon as these words were spoken, the two people over there also quieted down. When they talked about past grudges, they subconsciously moved away from each other.

Yang Afu covered his aching kneecap, a trace of struggle and hesitation flashed across his face. He gritted his teeth and said, "Oh, I'd better tell you!"

"Amir, your brother's death has nothing to do with me."

Hearing Yang Afu mention his brother, Amir instantly flew into a rage. She rushed over, grabbed Yang Afu's neck, and said fiercely, "Of course I know, it was your entire Wuming Village that killed my brother."

The noise next door was naturally heard by Chen Changli and Wan Shufang. They intuitively felt something was wrong and hurriedly stopped Amir: "Amir, calm down and listen to him."

Seeing that Yang Afu's face turned pale and she seemed to be unable to breathe, and a pair of hands tightly grasped her arms, Amir closed her eyes and swung her hands to push Yang Afu away.

"Cough cough..."

"You...how can you be so cruel, woman?" Yang Afu lay on the ground, gasping for breath as if he had survived a disaster.

He wanted to scold Amir, but was frightened by the other party's glare and could not utter a word.

"Amir, what I said is true. The death of your brother and his group is indeed related to the Nameless Village, but we are only following orders. The culprit is the people above us."

As he spoke, seeing Amir's expression change, Yang Afu was so scared that he kept backing away: "But... I don't know who the person in charge is. You hate Wuming Village and massacred Wuming Village, but you are taking the wrong revenge."

It was also during these few days of getting along that Yang Afu had a new understanding of Amir. He couldn't bear to see Amir kept in the dark and thinking that the massacre of the nameless village was revenge for her brother, so he chose to tell everything.

His confession also hit Amir hard. She stepped back unsteadily until she leaned against the wall.

"You mean, the murderer who killed my brother is still living happily outside?"

"In theory, that's right. I really don't know who the murderer is. Don't look at me like that." Yang Afu was really afraid that Amir would rush up and hit someone. He looked so serious that he was almost about to swear an oath.