Chapter 558: Weapon

Chen Wuji carefully and earnestly examined every part of each of these young women, aside from the beauty of viewing them from different angles—where a side view looks like a ridge and a front view like a peak—and their graceful, varied allure.

He actually only saw the weapon, yet didn't see any weapon at all!

At this moment, shouldn't it be Xiang Zhuang's sword dance aimed at Pei Gong?

They dress so lightly, where could a murderous weapon be hidden?

Surely it's not like the ancient fish-intestine sword; could they possibly come up with a set of appendix swords? That would be a bit brutal—unclear if it kills the enemy, but it would surely self-inflict eight hundred.

Chen Wuji, doubting even more, stared again carefully at these graceful dancing young women; he didn't see double, and besides an invisible mouth, these women truly had nowhere to hide weapons.

No, there actually is!

Chen Wuji's eyes suddenly shifted, and his expression quietly grew a bit more wary.

He was only focused on looking below, almost forgetting that the hairpins on these women's heads are natural weapons; if made of metal, that thing could instantly puncture a person.

Although he discovered it a bit late, Chen Wuji feels it shouldn't be entirely blamed on him.

These women are so beautiful, have such great figures, and dress so scantily—who would foolishly stare at their heads? Liu Xiaohui back then sat unmoved in the presence of temptation, but his eyes surely didn't stare straight at others' hair.

"General Chen, how about it?" Lu Ping'an asked with a hint of self-satisfaction.

Chen Wuji, taking a break from his duties, raised his wine cup toward Lu Ping'an, saying, "Lord Lu understands me!"

Lu Ping'an burst out laughing, waving at the two women in front while drinking.

The two girls immediately smiled charmingly, ran over to Chen Wuji's side, sat one on his left and one on his right, and their ample bosoms pressed against him without hesitation.

Chen Wuji set down his wine cup and naturally pulled out the hairpins from the two women's heads, saying, "I like women with their hair loose; I smooth it back and let it fall behind."

As expected, the hairpins were indeed iron, their tips not ordinarily sharp, obviously having been carefully polished.

Chen Luozi usually talks and acts in an exaggerated, unreliable way, but when it comes to important matters he's truly never off the mark—if he says something is possible, it really is.

Just moments ago the two women were laughing happily, but their faces suddenly stiffened.

At the same time, Lu Ping'an, who had been laughing while stroking his beard, also froze.

"Come, move forward a bit, you're crowding the edge and blocking my view of the beauties." Chen Wuji shoved the two women a little, letting the woman on his right sit in his lap, and the one on his left squeeze to his left side, basically blocking his entire left front.

Although Lu Ping'an isn't much of a person, his taste is exactly to Chen Wuji's liking.

Where did he find this group of petite, light-bodied, front-protruding, back-arched, soft-voiced women? This wealthy person's decadent lifestyle truly makes Chen Wuji a little envious.

He would also like to enjoy dancing and listen to music when he has nothing to do, but he really doesn't dare!

If he dared to do that, the likely result would be exhaustion to death.

But these girls might not even last a day in the manor; the next day they'd have to be married off by Huo Sanniang and her crew to a good family.

"General Chen, why don't we enjoy the dance and, on the side, talk about what we need to do next?" Lu Ping'an asked, no longer laughing loudly, his speech even carrying a hint of hesitation.

"Let's talk—Lu Jinglve rushed here late at night, this matter definitely needs discussing!" Chen Wuji said readily.

Besides speaking, he was simultaneously contemplating the feasibility of keeping Lu Ping'an here.

If he were to stage a "capture the bandit by capturing their leader" move, it probably wouldn't lead to his own defeat, right?

Lu Ping'an obviously left a backup plan in Wenkou Town, but exactly where that backup is used is uncertain.

However, seeing how sharp the hairpins on these singers' heads are, there's at least an eighty percent chance they were prepared for him.

Chen Wuji could even bluntly believe that he has now crippled Lu Ping'an's martial arts, while Lu Ping'an is also thinking of destroying him.

The two of them seem to have a sort of tacit understanding, hearts in sync...

Under these circumstances, Lu Ping'an daringly came to his territory late at night; Chen Wuji rarely gave this ambitious yet timid fellow a higher opinion, and this time his courage is commendable.

Some people clearly only realize his schemes, but overlook the possibility that others are scheming against him.

Perhaps in Lu Ping'an's dictionary, Chen Wuji is just someone who sees petty profit, then sincerely cooperates with him to scheme for San Guan Jun; based on that premise, his hurried late-night visit and risky all‑or‑nothing assassination plot becomes quite reasonable.

If the situation were reversed, many things would become simple for Chen Wuji.

Actually, no matter what backup Lu Ping'an left in Wenkou Town, if Lu Ping'an himself falls flat here, it seems meaningless.

Having figured these things out, Chen Wuji's smile gradually grew warmer.

It was truly a false alarm.

He really seems to have no need to worry about Lu Ping'an's so‑called backup.

Lu Ping'an's gaze casually swept over the hairpin Chen Wuji had placed on the table, and he laughed, saying, "General Chen's preference is truly unique; to many people, women with loose hair aren't necessarily beautiful."

"Everyone has their own aspirations; I just like seeing women with loose hair. Their refined and dignified appearance in public is for everyone to see, but their loose‑hair look isn't something everyone can see." Chen Wuji laughed.

"Let you talk tactics with me, yet you keep bringing up women—you old thing really don't want to get better, do you?"

Lu Ping'an suddenly understood the implied meaning in Chen Wuji's words.

When can one see a woman with loose hair? Isn't it just in the bedroom?

This guy, indeed indulges in beauty.

Just venting, but Lu Ping'an's heart at this moment is far from at ease; beneath his calm exterior lies great turmoil.

After sitting down for less than a couple of sentences, Chen Wuji flipped open the weapon he had hidden.

Lu Ping'an really wanted to say this was just a coincidence caused by Chen Wuji's perverse hobby, but comforting himself with that thought left him utterly uneasy, as if a knife were at his throat.

"General Chen, how do you think we should fight this battle?" Lu Ping'an asked, shifting the topic.

Continuing to chat with Chen Wuji about women with loose hair, his mind grew more confused; he needed to quickly get back to the matter at hand, to probe Chen Wuji's true purpose and also dispel his own uneasy suspicion.

Chen Wuji looked at him blankly and said, "Lu Jinglve, why are you asking me about this? I'm just sending troops to assist; isn't it up to Lu Jinglve to decide how to fight this battle? For me to speak would be to usurp the host."

"Lu Jinglve, you don't need to be so polite; I've already taken a share of the benefits, the rest is up to you to arrange."