Free Web NovelChapter 1171: Chapter 1170: Making Up One’s Mind
Her attitude further provoked Lord Governor, who pushed her hand away. The Governor’s lover didn’t expect him to treat her like that, and she was caught off guard. The cup slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground. Luckily, there was a thick carpet to cushion its fall, so it didn’t break, but the bright red wine began to spill across the surface.
"I’m telling you, if you continue to act so recklessly, leave Bordeaux immediately and go home first." Lord Governor stood up, "I absolutely will not allow you to turn this place into a complete mess."
"I just want revenge, that’s all," the Governor’s lover said nonchalantly.
Revenge? Revenge for what? Because you insulted the other party and then expect her to avenge this insult for you?" Lord Governor ignored the shifting colors on his lover’s face: "Even if revenge is necessary, it’s more likely they’ll come to seek revenge on you instead."
The trap laid by the powerful figures on planet Bordeaux in conjunction with the Governor’s lover had failed due to Yanran’s arrival.
The ensnared Ba Lvluo was safely rescued thanks to Yanran’s timely assistance.
Moreover, Jiang Cheng analyzed the attack on Ba Lv and concluded that their enemies, having failed this time, would undoubtedly come up with other schemes. They wouldn’t just let it rest like this.
Therefore, he reminded his two students to pay attention to the enemy’s movements and be careful when going out.
Nonetheless, both Ba Lv and Yanran, hearing their teacher’s warning, felt no fear but rather grew invigorated, especially Ba Lvluo. Having been caught unawares in the enemy’s trap and nearly losing her life, now, with their teacher’s words about the enemy’s forthcoming plots, she could hardly wait for what might happen next.
As for their opponents, since the first plan had failed, they were now turning on each other.
"This is your plan?!" On the monitor screen, the Governor’s lover’s face looked terrifying. Even without facing them in person, they could sense the fury in her words.
"You promised me an impeccable plan?" At this moment, the Governor’s lover was very angry, having just been reprimanded by Lord Governor and feeling quite terrible—facing the four bigwigs of Bordeaux, her anger exploded.
"You confidently assured me that this plan would definitely take down one of those three, and what was the outcome?"
"Please don’t get upset; this was just our first encounter with them. Now, at least, we know their strengths," said that sinister-looking fellow, currently in charge of the operation.
"I hope your next plan will be more reliable," said the Governor’s lover, unwilling to say much more to those thugs, and she cut off communication.
The sinister-looking fellow breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to face three others watching him intently.
"Friends, feel free to speak your minds. Why are you all just staring at me like that?
I’m no beauty." The sinister-looking fellow joked, attempting to ease the tension.
"You still have the nerve to joke?!" The bald man was the first to lash out at him: "I transferred twenty of my best men to you; now that the fight is over, can you guess how many came back?"
"A few? Guess?" the sinister-looking fellow asked carelessly, as if lives other than his own were as insignificant as straw.
The sinister-looking fellow’s tone infuriated the bald man, who pounded the table: "You incompetent fool! If you can’t handle it, you should have obediently stayed at home instead of dreaming about revenge, damn it!"
Qunzi noticed that the bald man was genuinely anxious, quickly moved forward to restrain him: "Sit down, sit down. We’re all in a bad spot here; it’s not like you’re the only one affected by the losses."
The bald man pointed at the sinister-looking fellow and spoke to Fatty: "This is what he calls a plan? This is his so-called revenge? This was just the first fight, and we’ve lost so many people already. You have to understand, the opponent was just one person, one person!
The room fell into a dead silence, only punctuated by the bald man’s breath of frustration.
"What do you want to do?" the sinister-looking fellow asked: "Don’t say that handling such difficult foes or gang fights doesn’t involve casualties." The bald man interrupted him: "Yet, the opponent was one person, one person! And in less than an hour, so many died!"
The sinister-looking fellow fell silent; he indeed hadn’t expected the three aliens to be so formidable.
That night, when they had to halt the conflict, the casualty report was quickly prepared, and looking at the long list of names, these bigwigs couldn’t believe their eyes.
They had made ample estimates of the three aliens, but the reality shocked them again.
The bald man lost twenty men.
Old Hill lost twelve,
and the sinister-looking fellow lost twenty men, along with seven hired thugs. Fatty, with the strongest force, lost thirty-five men.
Adding to that were fifteen guards from the Governor’s side.
Over a hundred people, against one, so many equipped and ready to ambush one woman, was that not enough?
When the sinister-looking fellow reported his arrangements to the Governor’s lover, even she felt so many people were unnecessary.
"That’s more than enough to kill a dragon." The Governor’s lover was in a good mood back then, perhaps thinking about the impending death due to their scheme, so even she made a rare joke.
But facts proved, though such a number could kill a dragon, it was truly insufficient to kill any of the three aliens.
No wonder the bald man was angry. Of his twenty men, only three returned, and it was with Fatty’s urging that the bald man managed to sit back down, while no one else dared to say anything.
After a while, Old Hill spoke up: "What’s your next step?"
The sinister-looking fellow laughed conceitedly and shrugged: "What’s next? What can we do? We’ll just keep fighting those three."
"Do you have any new plans?" Old Hill pursued the question.
"Now that we’re out of people, I’ll just use money to hire others; whether fighters or assassins, it doesn’t matter. I don’t care," said the sinister-looking fellow.
Old Hill, the bald man, and Fatty stared at him without speaking.
The sinister-looking fellow asked them: "What’s wrong? Is there a problem?"
Qunzi drummed his fingers on the table, then made a decision. He told the sinister-looking fellow: "Brother, sorry. From now on, I’m withdrawing from this affair."
He addressed the bald man and Old Hill: "If we continue, I foresee a grim outcome for us, and we simply cannot beat them."
He pointed at the sinister-looking fellow and advised: "I suggest you stop too, don’t sacrifice your life for your pitiful pride."
Qunzi stood up, not expecting the bald man and Old Hill to follow suit.
The sinister-looking fellow sneered: "I guess you’re not interested in that large sum of money either?"
Qunzi’s expression became serious: "Brother, I advise you to end this here; otherwise, no matter how much money there is, you might not have a life to spend it."
