Chapter 491

Jia Wentao finally got angry.

Moreover, this guy isn't like those villains who, after turning hostile, like to throw out harsh words.

After shouting that line, he immediately bellowed, "Kill that damned thing for me!"

Clean and efficient, with no nonsense.

Moreover, while he was shouting for his men to advance and deal with Chen Wuji, he abandoned his two sons and swiftly retreated.

Just as Chen Wuji thought this guy would abandon his sons, Jia Wentao's men stepped forward and dragged the two away.

Chen Wuji watched the scene calmly.

This little scene — even if only Chen Li and Chen Wuji were really by his side, there's nothing to bluff about.

He rushed to Chen Li, extending his hand: "Shi Yi Shu, give me the knife!"

"Family Head, you might as well just watch the show; if even this little scene requires you to act personally, wouldn't we all be just for show?" Shi Yi Shu handed the knife to Chen Wuji, but at the same time pressed him back into his seat.

The several followers Jia Wentao brought waved their long knives, their expressions cold as they had already cut their way to right in front of him.

Chen Li and Chen Wuji simultaneously rushed out, one to the left, one to the right, killing as they went.

Chen Wuyi was as fast as lightning; the blade in his hand seemed to turn formless, yet could easily take a person's life.

His attacks combined hardness and agility; his movements were agile like a monkey, yet his force was overbearing and hard.

With a single strike, the person hit not only takes the blow but is also flung four or five steps away.

Chen Li and Chen Wuyi, by contrast, are exactly the opposite.

This venerable clansman, old yet vigorous, had steps so steady it was as if his feet were firmly rooted to the ground.

His knife strokes looked like slow motion, yet no one could get close to his body.

Jia Wentao had made preparations, but they were clearly insufficient.

Before Chen Wuji's reinforcements could even act, Jia Wentao's men had all met their demise, lying scattered across the hallway.

"What are you all waiting for? Kill Chen Wuji, or else none of us will have a way out!" Jia Wentao, seeing the situation was not optimistic, immediately shouted, "Although he acted on a whim today, this bastard is clearly looking for an excuse to cause trouble; if we don't act, he'll surely drain us of everything!"

"Shopkeeper Zhao, you've already bled heavily once; has he let you off today? If we all work together, we can keep him here, and the rest is nothing to worry about! My Jia family has already gathered Three Thousand Young Strongmen; with your help, we can certainly seize Hezhou!"

"By then I am willing to share Hezhou with you all, each taking a county as a Carefree Lord—wouldn't that be delightful?"

Chen Wuji called out to Chen Li and Chen Wuyi, but did not immediately attack.

He also wanted to see who would be willing to stand by Jia Wentao's side.

"Surname Jia, don't spread lies here—when have I ever bled heavily? That was voluntary! It was to help the army; you damned cur, how can you just bite people at random?" Zhao Fumin jumped up in anger and shouted.

"If I hadn't brought a little servant with me when I went out today, I would have had someone hack you to death and tear that rotten mouth of yours. You say it's yours—what dirty water are you splashing? Gan Liniang's."

Jia Wentao's face turned a mottled blue-purple from the scolding: "You idiot who seeks your own death—if you're looking for death, don't blame others."

"I tell you, I have men lying in ambush outside; I, the old man, have long been on guard against Chen Wuji! Those willing to help me, act quickly; those who want to continue being Chen Wuji's dog, feel free—but once I take Hezhou, don't expect any of you to have it easy."

"Family Head Jia, your earlier words were actually quite good—I was almost swayed. But there's no need for you to say this; the undertaking isn't even complete yet—how can you first threaten the Neutral Faction? You're just making enemies for yourself."

"Shut your foul mouth—you have no say here!" Jia Wentao dropped the pretense; his tone was not only fierce but also vulgar.

"You think having troops makes you the master of Hezhou? Damn, what a joke! We have money, grain, and people; with those we can raise troops anytime—we're just too lazy to bother. You actually think Chen Wuji is something special?"

Chen Wuji silently rubbed his forehead, "I realize I praised you a bit too early."

Jia Wentao still couldn't help but spout off.

Shouldn't we, at this moment, just go all out and kill him?

Persuading others doesn't necessarily require waiting for their nod; you can just go ahead and do it yourself.

As long as you seize the advantage, others will inevitably follow suit.

"Family Head Jia, don't waste words with him—kill him first, then talk." A middle-aged man in the crowd shouted loudly.

This person looked somewhat familiar to Chen Wuji, but he couldn't recall the name—though he was certainly one of the great clans.

"Exactly!" Another person in the crowd immediately echoed.

This person, too, looked familiar to Chen Wuji, but he couldn't recall the name.

But what surprised Chen Wuji was that Zhu Zaidao, this Lao Deng, actually hesitated.

He, who had always shared weal and woe with Jia Wentao, actually chose to let them down at this critical moment.

A dark, surging crowd suddenly poured in from the side door, each wielding a sharp blade.

Jia Wentao, who had been ready to flee at any moment, suddenly planted his feet firmly upon seeing this person.

He raised his hand, patted his sleeve, and said arrogantly: "Chen Wuji, I know your two subordinates are good fighters, but I have a hundred men here; even if your subordinates are the best fighters, how many do you think they could kill? You might as well surrender."

Chen Wuji then realized, gave a low chuckle, and said: "Sorry, Family Head Jia—I did speak a bit too loudly just now."

"I actually blamed you for wasting time—indeed, that was somewhat inappropriate. I never imagined you considered me a sure win, always thinking I was just fish on your chopping block. Look at this mess—I actually still feel like someone of note."

"I already said I have men lying in ambush outside—are you deaf?" Jia Wentao said contemptuously.

"Now I give you two choices: either surrender, or I'll chop you into pieces and feed you to the fish!"

Chen Wuji shook his head: "Sorry, I don't really want to choose either of those options."

"But I have to compliment you a few times—you're truly old and crafty. I yield; give me a chance—how about we chat some more?"

"You regret it now? Too late!" Jia Wentao, full of pride, seized Chen Wuji and unleashed a tirade.

"I've given you chances long ago, old man, but you brat are so arrogant—you actually want me to work for you? You don't even piss to look at yourself—what kind of virtue do you have, are you even worthy?"

After finishing his speech, he shouted loudly: "Whoever cuts off Chen Wuji's head, I, the old man, will reward a thousand taels of silver, a beautiful wife and concubine, and a hundred mu of good farmland. For the fallen comrade, his family can receive five hundred taels of silver; from now on, I, Jia Wentao, will take care of your families."