Chapter 85: Wild Dad-Level Treatment

Chapter 85: Wild Dad-Level Treatment

East of the Simao Great Forest, Moonstone Town.
Golden-red solar flames burned, the once-small town now reduced to scorched earth, ashes drifting from the heat of the ground.
“Huff, huff...”
Dorothy knelt on one knee, each breath of scorching air feeling like her lungs were about to explode.
Behind Dorothy, the Dark Demon Blood Shadow had become ethereal, as if it might dissipate at any moment.
Across from her, Xin·Youge within the flames appeared calm. Defeating Dorothy in her Blood Shadow phase was not difficult for him.
Without any visible movement from Xin·Youge, a spark appeared before Dorothy. The spark suddenly flared brightly, then exploded, leaving no chance to dodge.
Boom!
Dorothy’s mind buzzed as she was blasted backward, her vision a blank white.
In a daze, she felt her enemy walk up beside her and nudge her head with the tip of his boot.
“Already dying? If that’s the case, Boiling Red... I’ll take it. Once it merges with Dark Sun, it will become the perfect form.”
Dorothy could feel the enemy’s hand approaching her head, about to take the Boiling Red within her, but she could do nothing, not even move a finger.
One thing puzzled her: how could Boiling Red and Dark Sun merge? And become a “perfect form”?
Just then, a sound of breaking air reached Dorothy’s ears, followed by an explosion.
Thud!
Xin·Youge, standing beside Dorothy, was sent flying in a straight line. The blood beads lingering in the air were quickly evaporated by the energy.
Three kilometers away, on a living war chariot, a female clan officer pulled the bolt. This action, in her combat vest, caused the muscles on her back to slightly bulge, exuding a heroic aura.
A hot shell casing nearly 20 centimeters long ejected. The firearm, or rather sniper cannon, used by the female clan officer was over 4 meters long, its kinetic energy source being electromagnetic guidance. This weapon had excellent performance in all aspects, its only flaw being its price—so expensive it was bewildering.
Two hours later, everything had calmed down.
An airship hovered above. Inside the medical room of the airship, Dorothy lay on a hospital bed with extensive burns over her body and several IV needles in her arms. Her eyes suddenly opened, and she took a deep breath through the oxygen mask.
“You’re awake.”
A man standing by the window, his back to Dorothy, spoke. His hands were clasped behind him, his hair slicked back. Upon closer inspection, one could see gray at his temples, which hadn’t been there ten days ago.
Seeing this man, Dorothy closed her eyes, out of sight, out of mind.
The person Dorothy detested so much was, of course, her father, Li·Xiniwei. Xiniwei’s status was no longer what it used to be; he now held a high position in the Vassal Alliance.
“If I had been a step late today, Xin·Youge would have become the perfect form.”
Li·Xiniwei spoke, but Dorothy remained silent, as if asleep.
“Do you want to become stronger? If so, sit up and follow me. No second chances.”
Li·Xiniwei walked toward the door of the ward, which slid open automatically. Seeing this, Dorothy struggled to sit up, pulled out the IV needles from her arms and the oxygen mask from her face, and, suppressing the urge to sneeze, removed the nearly 20-centimeter-long nasal tube.
“I... don’t need... your... fake kindness.”
Dorothy casually threw on some clothes and walked toward the window, preparing to jump out.
Seeing this, Li·Xiniwei smiled and said teasingly, “My daughter, the ground is at least 11,000 meters below. You’ll probably land in about 50 seconds.”
“None of your business.”
“Is that so? Then the revenge for your mother, Olipeiya, doesn’t matter either?”
“Shut up. You have no right...”
“This is a prototype from the Allied military. It has four stages. After completing these four stages of enhancement, you might be able to take revenge.”
Li·Xiniwei smiled. For someone who could maneuver around the Chief Justice, the Allied Marshal, and others, Dorothy’s little thoughts were as clear as if written on her face.
Dorothy’s face was cold, her heart full of conflict. In the main control room of the border region, the footage stopped here.
Su Xiao paused the projection on the wall. He had witnessed the entire clash between Boiling Red and Dark Sun. Dark Sun’s overwhelming victory over Boiling Red was normal; Boiling Red’s combat power wasn’t strong, its main strength lying in the Spirit Shadow Puppet.
Due to the deal with Di Zong, the patriarch of the Xin clan, Su Xiao wouldn’t activate this ability and planned to convert it into an automatic type.
Su Xiao didn’t care who won or lost between Boiling Red and Dark Sun. His goal was to let these two generations of Devourers grow and to obtain the data from their final battle.
Now that Di Zong and Li·Xiniwei had both intervened in this matter, Su Xiao had a feeling that the next meeting between Boiling Red and Dark Sun would be the decisive battle, which would surely be a great show.
“Boss, who do you think will win, Boiling Red or Dark Sun?”
Baha spoke up, piquing the interest of Bubu Wang, Amu, and Beini.
“Boiling Red.”
Hearing this, Baha said, “Boss, I think Dark Sun has a higher chance of winning. Even if Li·Xiniwei can help Dorothy improve her strength, the Dark Sun host has a stronger foundation, plus Dark Sun is a combat type. Boss, you really favor Boiling Red, even though she’s the most obedient of the Devourers.”
Baha expressed his preference for Dark Sun, but in reality, he didn’t know about the good show to come.
Compared to this matter, Su Xiao was more concerned about which ability to choose using Battle Skill Awakening.
Those slightly outstanding boar warriors had all been checked, and none of them were found to have mastered a “wild” technique-type skill involving warhammers.
Although Battle Skill Awakening could select technique abilities, it couldn’t select orthodox technique-type abilities like Sword Specialization, Blade Specialization, or Melee Specialization.
It could only select “wild” technique-type abilities like Gladiator Sword Technique. The strength of this ability was close to Sword Specialization, but its development potential was vastly different.
Su Xiao didn’t need development potential; he just needed to quickly boost the combat power of the boar warriors.
Currently, the boar warriors were just a bunch of idiots with strong physiques and solar power, fighting purely on instinct. If they mastered a “Proficient”-level technique ability, they would become a group of well-trained soldiers.
If they mastered a higher-tier “Specialized”-level technique ability, they would be equivalent to battle-hardened veterans. Combined with their physiques and solar power, their ferocity would be unimaginable.
The previous boar warrior who mastered Gladiator Sword Technique had done so because he was once a gladiator, not from battlefield experience.
Finding a clan member or human who had mastered such a wild technique ability, close to Specialized level, wasn’t difficult. In an eighth-rank world, Specialized-level techniques were common, and Master-level ones, though not abundant, were still plentiful.
The problem was that Battle Skill Awakening could only perform large-scale ability circulation among the same race or even the same troop type.
If Su Xiao wanted to select a wild Specialized-level technique ability for all boar warriors to master, he would first need to find a pig-headed person who had mastered such an ability and then transform them into a boar warrior.
Finding such a person was a major issue. Su Xiao’s first thought was the human-side arenas. He never procrastinated and immediately picked up the communicator to contact the slave trader, Azbaz.
Just then, Baha received some news, responded a couple of times, and hung up. He said, “Boss, Hausmann caught the messenger from the Watchtower.”
“Messenger?”
“Yeah. Want to see him, or should I just...?” Baha made a throat-slitting gesture.
“Bring him in.”
“Got it.”
A few minutes later, a refined-looking clan diplomat walked into the main command room. He first removed his hat and bowed.
“Respected Sun Lord, I am Atley from the Watchtower.”
Messenger Atley’s voice was gentle yet masculine. As a messenger, or diplomat, he often represented the face of a faction or country, so his appearance and speech were impeccable.
“State your business directly.”
“Well, Lord, given the recent hostilities between our two sides, continuing this meaningless war will only...”
Before Atley could finish, Su Xiao raised his hand to signal him to stop.
“You initiated the war. Now you tell me it’s meaningless? Hausmann, drag him out and chop him up.”
“Lord, the war was indeed initiated by our side, but there were reasons...”
Atley’s words were cut off again as Hausmann, standing over 3.4 meters tall, grabbed him by the neck and dragged him out.
Atley frowned deeply. In his view, the negotiation had started off badly for their side. He needed to change tactics.
A moment later, when Atley was pressed onto a wooden stake in the open ground before the fortress, he sensed something was wrong. Yet he firmly believed that as the Watchtower’s envoy, the Sun Fortress wouldn’t harm him—at most, they’d scare him. He had experienced similar situations during past wars with the humans.
Thud!
The heavy axe fell, blood splattered, and the head rolled. Hausmann kicked the still-bleeding headless corpse aside, waved for his men to clean up, and leisurely sat on a bench, picking up an oversized lunchbox to continue his meal. The sun maiden perched on his shoulder yawned; she had seen plenty of dead people and was used to it.
As the sun set, the horizon dyed red like blood, another clan diplomat, under the “escort” of several boar warriors, arrived before the Sun Fortress. Passing by, he saw the head of Diplomat Atley in a basket.
A few minutes later.
“So, He·Kangdiwei wants a ceasefire?”
In the main command room, Su Xiao flicked the ash from his cigarette.
“Yes, Mr. Bai Ye. Continuing the war would be unwise for both sides.”
The new diplomat, a slightly plump man named Wen·Dubao, had a ruddy complexion. When he smiled, he gave off the feeling of an old acquaintance, like a childhood playmate. Becoming a diplomat required some skill.
“Go on.”
“Alright.” Wen·Dubao nodded and gestured, as if to light a cigarette too. Su Xiao raised his hand to signal he could.
Click~
The cigarette lit. Wen·Dubao leaned forward, moved the ashtray on the table to the center, smiled, and nodded before sitting back down. He said, “Mr. Bai Ye, the clan cannot do without pig-headed people. We’ve raised too many idle civilians. Human nature is greedy. If you give them a bread today, and then a bread every day for a month, when your finances run into trouble and you stop their bread, they won’t remember your kindness. Instead, they’ll turn on you immediately, angrily demanding why there’s no bread today.”
Wen·Dubao smiled and shook his head as he spoke. He exhaled a puff of smoke and continued, “That’s our situation. Pig-headed people are our unpaid labor force. If they were granted rights, at least 70% of the clan populace would oppose it. If the pig-headed people were to become independent, all under the Sun Fortress’s jurisdiction, the clan populace would riot immediately. After all, the bread their ancestors have eaten for over two hundred years would be gone.”
Wen·Dubao was good at reasoning. He first pointed out the clan’s problems, then proposed the terms of the peace talks.
“Here’s the thing, Mr. Bai Ye. Simple peace talks can’t solve anything. The relationship between the clan and the pig-headed people is already irreconcilable. But! Are the warriors of the Sun Faction still pig-headed people? In my view, the warriors here are already a new species.”
“Just like how humans and our clan were in the past. Our clan is actually a new humanity, better adapted to mechanical pollution. But we never call ourselves new humans. We are an independent race—the clan. We want our own civilization, traditions, and territory, not to be seen as monsters or aberrations in human eyes.”
“History has proven our approach correct. Those branches of new humans who refused to join the clan were ostracized and exploited in human society. To this day, they are extinct.”
Wen·Dubao smiled meaningfully, not hiding his contempt for the losers.
“Mr. Bai Ye, today’s Sun Fortress is in a situation so similar to what the clan once faced. I’m here on behalf of Allied Marshal He·Kangdiwei to negotiate with you. After deliberation, our side is willing to recognize the existence of the Sun Faction and the boar warriors, using the steel fortress at the border as the boundary, and acknowledging the border region as your territory—sacred and inviolable.”
Wen·Dubao pulled a treaty from his pocket, signed by the Allied Marshal, the Allied Chief, the Watchtower Leader, the Chief Justice, and all fourteen councilors. This was the Border Treaty.
If Su Xiao signed this treaty, he would become a friendly neighbor to the clan faction, with mutual non-aggression.
Additionally, he could not interfere with the pig-headed people trade. In return, the Life Factory would send a large batch of young pig-headed people each month, allowing the Sun Faction to expand its population faster through normal reproduction. However, there was one condition: there could be no pig-headed people here; all must be transformed into boar warriors or dwarf pig-men.
This seemed like the clan faction swallowing their pride, but it was actually extremely vicious. First, Su Xiao’s Sun Fortress had a population of over 500,000, with significant daily expenses.
The large mineral vein beneath the Sun Fortress would be depleted within half a month. After that, they would have to figure out how to feed everyone.
With the Border Treaty signed with the clan, they were now neighbors. This meant they would have to expand eastward, provoking the aberrant beasts, which equated to war with the beast clans.
The beast clans remained stable because every few years, the aberrant beast population would overbreed. At that point, the dominant aberrant beasts would command them to form beast tides, attacking the clan’s territory. This reduced their numbers, ensured sufficient resources, and curbed the clan’s development.
If Su Xiao signed the Border Treaty, he would have to fight the beast clans head-on, or else daily expenses would become a problem. The border region was too small, and the land was barren, mostly gobi desert where not even grass grew, let alone grain.
Signing the Border Treaty seemed like independence, but in reality, it meant working for the clan for free, voluntarily blocking the beast tides, and even helping them eliminate their long-standing nemesis—the beast clans.
Whoever came up with this must be exceptionally troublesome. It was either the Allied Marshal, the Chief Justice, or the Watchtower Leader.
Su Xiao ruled out the latter two. The clan hadn’t been this difficult before. After he killed the Allied Chief, the clan suddenly became tough.
Without a doubt, it was Allied Marshal He·Kangdiwei who had taken control, making the clan so sharp. First, a ceasefire, then a peace offer, and finally the Border Treaty.
Su Xiao suddenly felt like he had accidentally killed a “teammate” last night. Before, with Allied Chief Tuoyin holding things back, He·Kangdiwei couldn’t spread his wings. Now that the lone wolf had broken free, he was immediately making moves.
If he went to war with them now, thinking it over, although the War Lord had been upgraded to an eight-star title, the greatly enhanced Battle Skill Awakening hadn’t truly taken effect yet. Compared to before, the boar warriors’ improvements were: morale +10 points, all true attributes +10 points, max health +5%, and all ability levels increased by Lv.2.
Why had they been holding the border region all along? Because the clan soldiers were fierce and skilled in battle. Having an advantage in defensive battles was already good; an offensive would be unwise.
With this assessment, starting a war now would give them an advantage. The extra 10 points in all true attributes were significant, but completely crushing the clan was unlikely. They still had two elite units that hadn’t been deployed, plus the battered hammer unit hadn’t entered the fray. Moreover, once they invaded enemy territory, the three clan factions would inevitably ignore economic burdens and frantically produce heavy artillery weapons. Combined, these could hold the line.
So far, the clan still saw themselves as the aggressors, not the invaded. When they felt their territory was threatened, they would completely disregard economic burdens, dedicating everything to the war effort. This would boost the clan’s overall combat power by over 60%.
Although victory was possible, how long it would take was uncertain. If the war dragged on until the end of this world progress without a decisive outcome, it would be meaningless.
But if they didn’t fight now and temporarily ceased hostilities, the clan would quickly gather their forces. From the looks of it, Allied Marshal He·Kangdiwei’s style was either not to fight at all, or to gather all their strength and flatten the Sun Fortress in one go.
Signing the Border Treaty was an even worse choice, though it only seemed bad.
Of the three options, each seemed to put them at a disadvantage. But for Su Xiao, this was his opportunity. He·Kangdiwei wanted to crush him in one fell swoop, and his side wanted the same for the clan.
“He·Kangdiwei has finally become your clan’s leader.”
Su Xiao’s words made the diplomat Wen·Dubao suspicious.
“In your view, is He·Kangdiwei harder to deal with, or Tuoyin?”
“Of course, it’s Lord He·Kangdiwei.”
Wen·Dubao raised his chin slightly, genuinely feeling that working for Allied Marshal He·Kangdiwei was an honor.
“Oh? It seems He·Kangdiwei has many supporters.”
Su Xiao picked up the Border Treaty from the table, inwardly regretting not going after He·Kangdiwei last night. He hadn’t expected this guy to be so troublesome. Killing Tuoyin had delayed the war, but the drawbacks had also emerged.
Everyone makes mistakes, Su Xiao included. He had to handle the frontline battle situation, interact with high-ranking humans, and modify the evolution nest. Under these circumstances, it was normal that he couldn’t fully understand the four major figures on the enemy side. If they were that easy to understand, they would have died long ago.
As for gathering intelligence, that was unreliable. Intelligence said Tuoyin was several times more troublesome than He·Kangdiwei, but the moment Tuoyin died, He·Kangdiwei immediately stood up.
Who would have thought that Tuoyin, supposedly so difficult, was actually He·Kangdiwei’s “personal nemesis.” Tuoyin wasn’t good at much else, but he excelled at tying He·Kangdiwei down. Who could have predicted that?
Tuoyin was He·Kangdiwei’s lifelong bane. Su Xiao killed that bane last night, so it was no wonder He·Kangdiwei sent someone to sue for peace today.
Su Xiao looked at the Border Treaty in his hand. Although he found the situation interesting, his expression remained unchanged. The treaty had fluctuations of contract power, but not as strong as those certified by the Void Tree or the Paradise.
For people in this world, signing this meant they had to abide by it, or they would suffer backlash from world power or contract power, eventually dying horribly.
For Su Xiao, even contracts certified by the Void Tree or the Paradise could be manipulated. Compared to those, the Border Treaty was so crude it could be classified as toilet paper grade.
Using a “toilet paper grade” contract for such a major event had two possibilities: 1. The clan still wanted to fight. 2. For the natives of this world, this level of contract was already considered unbreakable.
This was normal. In a primitive tribe, 2+3=5 would be a monumental discovery, but in modern society, even kindergarten kids know that.
“Are there two copies of the treaty?”
“Of course.”
Wen·Dubao smiled in agreement. He was about to start his pitch when he saw Su Xiao pick up the oath pen and sign Sun Lord Kukulin Bai Ye on the contract.
A faint light glowed on the Border Treaty, and a mark appeared on the back of Su Xiao’s hand before fading. Su Xiao had at least 30 ways to nullify this level of contract. He dared to tamper with Void Tree-certified contracts, let alone one made by the natives of this world.
Wen·Dubao stood up abruptly. No wonder he was so shocked; he had spent all night preparing his pitch, and now, before he could even say much, the deal was done.
“Compared to the clan, the aberrant beasts are easier to deal with, right?”
Su Xiao’s strategy was simple: sign this first to stabilize the clan, then find a pig-headed person who had mastered a “wild” technique ability involving warhammers. Once found, his army would beat the clan so badly they’d wish they had never been born.
“Lord, this decision of yours lays the foundation for future friendship between our two sides.”
Wen·Dubao’s eyes were filled with indescribable excitement. He said, “May our friendship last forever.”
There were two copies of the Border Treaty. The one Su Xiao had just signed was to be kept by the clan. He still needed to sign another copy for himself. Each side holding a copy would allow mutual restraint, which was the clan’s plan.
With only one copy signed so far, the treaty’s effectiveness wasn’t at its peak.
“Lord, if you have any requests, just name them. Our side won’t be stingy in this matter.”
“Send Dark Yin here.”
“Well...”
Wen·Dubao was immediately stumped. Even as a diplomat, he felt his face flush. The other side had just signed a ceasefire treaty and made a request, but he couldn’t fulfill it.
“Take your time to consider. We’ll set off tomorrow morning.”
“Set off?”
Wen·Dubao looked puzzled.
“I plan to sign the second copy of the Border Treaty at Kevab Ring City in your territory.”
“No, no, no! Lord! We can’t guarantee your safety. If anything happens to you in our territory...”
Wen·Dubao was genuinely anxious, strongly opposing Su Xiao’s entry into clan territory for fear of danger.
“Pfft~”
The Sun Priestess Oktavia, who was listening, couldn’t help but twitch her mouth and turn away. She found the scene hilarious. The clan, which had previously wanted to devour Su Xiao alive, was now terrified he might get hurt.
This was normal. After Su Xiao signed the Border Treaty, from the clan’s perspective, as long as he remained the Sun Lord, the Sun Fortress posed no threat to them and could even help block the aberrant beasts.
When the beast tides came, the Sun Fortress would become a free defensive line, allowing the clan’s development to accelerate.
The most brilliant part was that Allied Marshal He·Kangdiwei had officially recognized pig-headed people and boar warriors as two different species, declaring they had no direct relationship. This meant the clan could continue the pig-headed people trade without embarrassing the Sun Fortress.
With all these conditions combined, the clan naturally didn’t want anything to happen to Su Xiao. Moreover, if Su Xiao died in clan territory, the Border Treaty would become invalid.
In that case, all the boar warriors and dwarf pig-men of the Sun Fortress would go on a vengeful rampage against the clan.
From the clan’s perspective, they didn’t know about the War Lord title. They believed the boar warriors’ combat power had no direct connection to Su Xiao.
This meant that after Su Xiao signed the first copy of the Border Treaty, even if he wasn’t the clan’s biological father, he was at least treated like a wild dad. They were counting on him to sign the second copy to fully activate the contract.
“Lord, please think it over carefully. You must be cautious!”
Wen·Dubao’s expression was conflicted. He sincerely hoped Su Xiao wouldn’t go to Kevab Ring City. If something happened, what then?
Su Xiao wanted to go to Kevab Ring City for three reasons: 1. Completely destabilize the enemy contractors’ morale, 2. Try to obtain Dark Yin, 3. Kevab Ring City had the world’s largest pig-headed gladiator arena.
If Su Xiao went to Kevab Ring City under the pretext of signing the Border Treaty, he could have the arena reopened without any issues. The clan would be willing to restart pig-headed gladiator matches just for him to watch.
At that point, finding a pig-headed person who had mastered a “wild” technique ability involving warhammers wouldn’t be too difficult. Given the arena’s scale and the number of pig-headed gladiators, there was over a 70% chance of success.
Even if danger arose, Su Xiao was bringing Bubu Wang and Baha. Bubu Wang’s survivability needed no mention, and Baha could hide in an alternate space and slip away. Su Xiao had the Drifting Bait, which was Little Rich Girl Molei’s life-saving item, so its value was obvious.
With these safeguards, even in an emergency, Su Xiao could handle it.
Wen·Dubao pleaded with a mournful expression for a long time, but Su Xiao ignored him. Seeing this, Wen·Dubao hurriedly left to go to his temporary quarters in the fortress and contact Allied Marshal He·Kangdiwei.
Half an hour later, in the council hall of Kevab Ring City.
Silence reigned around the round table. Chief Justice Fowo had a strange expression, Watchtower Leader Feidinan rubbed his temples, and the councilors stared at each other. After a lifetime in politics, they felt like they were seeing something unprecedented.
“Everyone, share your opinions. Let’s pool our wisdom.”
Allied Marshal He·Kangdiwei spoke. He really hadn’t expected this. The councilors began:
“We absolutely cannot let Kukulin Bai Ye come.”
“Even if he comes, we can’t let anything happen to him.”
“Nothing happen? Do you know how many soldiers we’ve lost in the border region? How do we handle public sentiment?”
“No need to worry. If Kukulin Bai Ye really comes, the people will be terrified of him. Put yourself in their shoes. If you were a civilian, would you dare to look at a butcher who indirectly killed hundreds of thousands of lives?”
“That’s true, but what does he want in Kevab Ring City?”
“The Sun Fortress is full of madmen. How can we understand a madman’s thinking?”
“What if we kidnap him? Why are you all looking at me like that?”
“Are you out of your mind? Do you think Kukulin Bai Ye fears death? Would someone afraid of death do something like this? If you kidnap him, be prepared for his hundreds of thousands of troops to scatter and launch retaliatory attacks on us. For the next few years, no, over a decade, these attacks won’t stop.”
“I suggest increasing the security detail for Kukulin Bai Ye.”
The councilors argued. Chief Justice Fowo rubbed his face with both hands, looking utterly dumbfounded.
“What a mess.”
Chief Justice Fowo slammed the table. Beside him, Watchtower Leader Feidinan continued rubbing his temples, his head aching.
That night, a 200-person secret team left Kevab Ring City, heading straight for the border. Additionally, several other ring cities of the clan dispatched elite squads.
The next morning, in the command room of the border’s steel fortress.
General Lei Zi, newly transferred here, looked at an order in his hand. He stared at it for a while, silently opened a drawer, took out a glasses case, put on his glasses, and read it carefully again before confirming he hadn’t misread.
The person he respected most, Allied Marshal He·Kangdiwei, had ordered him to protect the Sun Fortress’s lord, Kukulin Bai Ye, today.
“Nana, come here. Help your father read this order. I might be getting old and my eyesight is failing.”
“Alright.”
General Lei Zi’s daughter stepped forward, took the order from her father, read it a few times, then silently pulled out her own glasses from her pocket, put them on, and read it carefully. She immediately began to question her life.
At 9 a.m. that day, under the blazing sun, Su Xiao set off with his team. Besides Bubu Wang and Baha, the team included Steel Fang, Slave Trader Azbaz, the Five Boar Brothers, and finally 1,200 of the most elite boar warriors.
He didn’t bring Hausmann, in case they lost this fierce general in an accident.
Before Su Xiao even departed, the clan’s escort force arrived. Looking out, rows of clan soldiers in black combat uniforms stood in neat formation. These 1,500 clan soldiers were the elite of several of the clan’s finest guard units.
Additionally, there were some powerful clan officers, one of whom was only slightly weaker than Su Xiao, while the other six each had their own specialties.
Thinking that was all? Not quite. This was just the inner ring of guards. Further out were 50,000 clan soldiers, plus three medium-sized heavy artillery pieces and 23 living war chariots.
The clan was genuinely afraid something might happen to Su Xiao. From their perspective, Su Xiao didn’t want a decisive battle with the clan and was willing to block the aberrant beasts in exchange for development opportunities.
If Su Xiao were a native of this world, he might indeed do that. But the problem was, he wouldn’t stay in this world for long. His way of thinking was fundamentally different from the clan’s.
Su Xiao boarded an armored luxury extended vehicle, sitting on the rear sofa with a glass of white wine in hand. Across from him were General Lei Zi and his daughter Nana.
General Lei Zi gulped down a mouthful of wine, his mood exceptionally complicated.
“Lei Zi, long time no see.”
Su Xiao raised his wine glass. Hearing this, General Lei Zi sighed. He hadn’t been driven to despair by Su Xiao’s gang tactics, but now a wave of depression washed over him.
Beside Su Xiao, Bubu Wang yawned, looking like he was ready to take a nap.
The large force set out. When they neared the steel fortress, a dozen people stood on a tall building. They were Gold Count, Sacred Poem, Orlandi, and others.
“This... what do we do?”
Sacred Poem spoke. The world war had left her completely confused, and Orlandi felt the same.
Gold Count, standing between them, wanted to say something but couldn’t. He truly couldn’t understand why this morning’s prompt said that if they tried to attack Su Xiao now, they would lose reputation with the clan faction and be forcibly expelled from it.
Gold Count’s current thought was: How are we supposed to fight this? Not only are our teammates useless, but attacking the enemy also costs us reputation? This is too hard.

PS: (First update, 9,000 words. Sorry for the delay due to tonight’s run.)