"The Sheng family has already asked us to take action. If we don't kill this kid as soon as possible now, how will the Sheng family deal with it then?"
"Isn't this simple?"
Meng Kuo smiled slightly and said solemnly: "Of course I killed someone with a borrowed knife and put the blame on him."
"If he dies in the hands of others, it has nothing to do with us."
After hearing this, his confidants immediately nodded excitedly.
"The commander-in-chief is still very thoughtful, and this trick of killing people with a borrowed knife is really wonderful!"
"hehe."
Meng Kuo sneered, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and took a sip.
"Wang Yuan, this boy, is unlucky if he meets me."
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At night, Wang Yuan and the old chief sat in the chief's tent, drinking and talking.
"Mr. Wang Yuan, although you are very young, you are able to send an envoy to these barbarians. It can be seen that you are not an ordinary person. I admire you."
The old chief laughed and toasted Wang Yuan.
Wang Yuan also smiled and said: "It's all out of my control, but... don't worry, old chief, I'm here just so that the two countries can meet each other without fighting."
"That's great...well...war...is just a matter of fame and fortune, no victory or defeat, just mountains of corpses and seas of blood."
"Especially we poor people are suffering even more."
Wang Yuan also knew this.
In any war, no one will be affected!
No matter the winner or the loser!
"The old chief cares deeply about the tribe. He has such deep understanding that the younger generation admires him!"
Wang Yuan cupped his hands and laughed.
"Hahaha, this old rat is short-sighted and has no ambition. He just wants to keep our Taita tribe safe..."
The old chief smiled slightly, and there was nothing wrong with what he said.
He is the chief of a tribe, so he naturally thinks about the tribe.
The two chatted happily, talking about everything. The old chief felt more and more that the young man in front of him was extraordinary.
And Wang Yuan increasingly felt that this old man had great wisdom.
Soon, they were half drunk and their interest did not diminish.
"Hahaha, okay, old gentleman, take a rest early."
Wang Yuan smiled, said goodbye and returned to his tent.
The old chief looked at the Taita tribe and smiled.
"Don't go to war... My sons and daughters... have just grown up. I don't want white-haired people... to give away black-haired people..."
After the old chief finished speaking, he fell asleep drunkenly.
However, in the moonlight, a figure slowly approached his tent!