"Don’t think my gun only serves this purpose, the needle is poisoned," Agent 0 persisted, threatening again.
"Really? Has no one ever told you that won should handle guns less?" the Bald Soldier spoke for the first ti, his voice deep and clear, tinged with mockery.
With a "bang", dust flew up, Agent 0 felt her collar grabbed tightly, a reverse hook hit her from below, and she was thrown onto the ground. The Bald Soldier seed to be toying with her, his movents as quick as lightning, yet when he threw her down, he held back so strength, making sure the fall was neither too hard nor too soft. The gun quickly changed hands; this ti, the Bald Soldier learned his lesson, and after inspecting it briefly, he soon figured out the function of the magnetic stone embedded in the gunstock, and extracted the "Leech Needle" that had traveled up his arm.
"I’ve confiscated the gun, but as for your military coins, I’ll return them to you," said the Bald Soldier, eyeing the blood-engorged Black Needle, now two to three tis larger than before, feeling nauseous. It was usually him teaching others a lesson, never had he imagined that one day he too, would be outsmarted by a woman.
"Wait a minute," Agent 0 dusted herself off, failing to another’s hands the next day, which only proved... she was no match in skill, "the gun still belongs to , that gun is a woman’s gun. In exchange, I can help you complete the system tasks."
Taking back her previous words, not only was this Bald Soldier skillful, but his mind was also sharp. Despite the situation just now, he quickly reacted accordingly. In the grand sche of "Military Road," he was undoubtedly destined to make a mark. Rather than becoming his enemy, it would be more effective to temporarily form an alliance with him, avoiding conflict when possible. Still, even such a formidable enemy had his weaknesses.
The Bald Soldier had one little "quirk," well-known among those who knew him. He had a "100% complex"; that is, he disliked leaving things imperfect. Thus, knowing it would be more efficient to abandon this system task, he was still stuck on it.
Just from two encounters, she had managed to discern his ntality. The Bald Soldier didn’t expect that this physically replenished rookie would have such capability. In "Military Road", tasks had no specific order; once Player One completed them, it didn’t hinder Player Two from undertaking the sa tasks, but key characters’ departure or denial could affect the following player’s progress.
Seeing the Bald Soldier hesitate, Agent 0 continued, "If I’m not mistaken, you spoke with Yu about..."
After listening, the Bald Soldier returned the gun to her, never expecting to et soone in "Military Road" with a mindset so similar to his.
According to the ssage that the Tushan Clan instructed every successful player to pass on: a wife virtuous, a son filial, just wishing for her husband to return ho for a talk.
Following "Military Road" system’s directions, the ssenger Soldiers were supposed to tactfully convey Tushan Nujiao’s longing for Yu, thereby making him eager to return ho and fulfill Tushan Clan’s wish for her husband to visit.
Instead of that ssage, the Bald Soldier reported what he had observed and previously seen in the Eastern Yi Tribe, urging Yu to leave Eastern Yi as soon as possible. The expression on Yu’s face upon hearing this was spectacular; he imdiately kicked the Bald Soldier out.
(So people just don’t get it, especially the obstinate ancients, particularly a saint like Yu, to think he’d betray his tribe,) Little Eight pondered, unable to help but give a lecture. However, what Agent 0 said next nearly choked her.
"The idea was good, but the thod was foolish," listening to Agent 0’s tone, she no longer planned to convey Tushan Nujiao’s ssage verbatim. It seed that this man, carrying the Lieutenant Colonel Rank, usually issued orders authoritatively, trying to convince Yu to betray, how could that renowned "saint" easily comply.
"According to you, do you have another thod then?" the Bald Soldier, though extrely unsatisfied, couldn’t even see Yu’s face anymore, let alone persuade him to return to Tushan Tribe.
"There is a thod, but it will require so more effort from you," Agent 0 placed the Leech Needle back into the holster, thinking that if there’s a chance, she must dip the needle in lethal poison, with hopes that one prick would suffice.
It was only when the crows returned to their nests and the sun had completely set beyond the horizon, that Yu, dressed in a straw coat and grass shoes, carrying a stone shovel, walked back.
In ancient tis, people rested early. At this ti, when the sky turned completely dark, small households, reluctant to waste oil, would extinguish their lamps early. On the streets, only the afterglow of the stars and moon reflected the solitary figure of Yu.
People praised Yu as a water-control hero, sacrificing his small family for the greater good, but how many understood his burdens of familial vengeance and perennial solitude? Every ssenger sent by Tushan Nujiao was received by him, his heart tightly longing for his family at ho. He only wished for the flood crisis to subside, then he could retreat to Tushan, and it wouldn’t be too late to return ho then.
Reflecting on these thoughts, Yu sighed again. The starlight and moonlight suddenly dimd, a figure appeared at the corner of the street.
Among the low houses, such a tall figure beca noticeable, even to the least observant person.
"Is that you, the felon Yu ahead?" the tall figure approached step by step, from head to chin covered entirely in black cloth, only leaving a gap for breathing and the eyes, like a hungry wolf ready to pounce.
Yu raised his stone shovel, uncertain of this person’s intentions. You see, back in that genuinely civilized era thousands of years ago, the concept of "assassination" was unfamiliar to the saints.
"Who are you?" Yu thought, praised by everyone in the Eastern Yi Tribe, the person before him, speaking so nacingly, and although unard, just by looking at his hands, one could tell they could easily strangle a person.
"Lord Shang has sent to take your life," the stranger advanced with dustless steps, his movent swift like lightning, his figure like a rainbow, his palms thrusting forward about to strike Yu.
(What kind of drama is this again?) Little Eight was still puzzled, when she saw Agent 0 dash forward, and with her slingshot, shot repeatedly, "Daring Bald Monk, dare not harm Lord Yu’s life."
The Bald Soldier, face covered, almost spat blood when he heard the term "Bald Monk", it was all well-muffled, what chaos this rookie was adding. More outrageous still, several red objects, not ntioned earlier during their planning, suddenly shot out, hitting his forehead and cheek squarely.
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