Chapter 21

Wolf was now extremely agitated. Although his irritability had not improved since he brought his troops over, it had now reached its peak. Coupled with the grief of the elderly Sangzi, he was in a state of deep dejection. If someone who didn't know him saw him now, they would never imagine that this old man, with his disheveled hair, ashen face, and bloodshot eyes, devoid of any vitality, was the notorious Wolf King of the Lances Province and its surroundings, whose name could make children stop crying.

Chris's death had deeply affected Wolf. His two sons had always been his pride. His eldest son, Brian, had inherited his personality traits, and the words "cunning and deceitful" were, in Wolf's eyes, a compliment. To survive in this world, being a good person was not enough. Moreover, Brian was not only cunning and deceitful; he was also adept at socializing in the noble circles, making him a perfect candidate for a lord.

His younger son, Chris, though a bit lazy and not as cunning, displayed considerable intelligence in battle. He was also born with great strength, making him the best vanguard and the most powerful general in the Lances Province. With these two sons, one leading the front and the other following, they could carve out a place in this chaotic world even without his presence. Wolf had no doubt about this. Most importantly, the two brothers got along well and were very united, unlike other families where internal strife was common.

But now Chris was dead, and he had been beaten to death in front of both armies. Wolf's grief and anger had reached their peak. Although he had little calm left, his long military career had taught him that he was in danger. Wolf certainly did not want to die. As a noble, he wanted to live and enjoy life, and he also needed to live to pave the way for Brian.

But why hadn't that brat He Ping come? Even Brian's reports stated that everything was normal and that the guard strength had been increased. This was a highly unusual situation. Even if the brat was young and didn't know how to take advantage of opportunities, Zhao Zheng would never miss such a chance. Why had he only sent a few incompetent assassins? This was a speculative move with an extremely low success rate, and Zhao Zheng should have understood that.

A new night arrived, and Wolf's camp was as heavily guarded as the previous two nights, with guards and patrols everywhere. No matter how many assassins Zhao Zheng sent, they would be useless. Assassins had some power in the shadows, but once they appeared in front of soldiers, they had little chance of success. Wolf's goal was to drive away the shadows in which assassins thrived. However, even so, Wolf did not believe that this would have much effect on He Ping.

Wolf's guess was not wrong. He Ping had finally waited for all his abilities to cool down. Although the camp was heavily guarded, far more so than Brian's, it was not too difficult for He Ping to infiltrate. He used his disguise and perception skills, and before long, he arrived outside the largest tent in the camp. Disguise could not be used in front of others, but it took effect as soon as he avoided their gaze for a moment.

In He Ping's perception, there was only one person in the tent. The slightly lower vital signs indicated that the person was asleep, not pretending. The nearest person to the tent was outside, suggesting that these nobles were all the same. The lavishly decorated commander's tent was off-limits to others, and no one was allowed inside while the commander slept, not even the guards.

He Ping entered the tent without hesitation. Compared to Brian's tent, Wolf's was larger and more luxurious, filled with expensive decorations. The shining objects clearly indicated their high value. What surprised He Ping was that the tent was lit with an oil lamp, allowing him to see the surroundings clearly. It seemed this old man was not very brave, perhaps lighting the lamp because of his guilty conscience or to prevent He Ping's ambush.

He Ping slowly approached the bed. The person lying there had a similar build to Wolf, and the hair and beard color were correct. He Ping's plan was the same as when he had kidnapped Brian: return to the tower temporarily, wait for the abilities to cool down, and continue the operation the next night. But just as he was about to check if the person on the bed was Wolf, something unexpected happened. The outside suddenly became noisy.

What's going on? He Ping looked up and saw a tear in the tent wall. On the other side of the tear, a pair of eyes met his, filled with surprise. Clearly, the person was puzzled by He Ping's sudden appearance in the tent. He Ping immediately understood that although no one was inside the tent, Wolf had someone outside constantly monitoring it. No wonder he slept with the light on, to make it easier for the monitor to see.

Exposed! He Ping immediately realized that the commotion outside was due to the Oakland soldiers rushing over. He had been exposed, and the monitor had already alerted the other soldiers!

"Damn, no choice, I'll have to kidnap Wolf and use him as a hostage to break through!" With that thought, He Ping reached out to pull the sleeping person up, but before his hand could touch the person, they turned over and woke up due to the commotion outside. Seeing He Ping, the person's face showed surprise and fear, and they immediately retreated to a corner of the bed.

Looking at the person, He Ping was also stunned. The wrinkled face, missing teeth, rough skin, disheveled and lusterless hair, red nose, and cloudy eyes clearly belonged to an ordinary old civilian of Oakland, not Wolf at all!

"First battalion, secure the camp! Surround the entire camp, leaving no gap more than ten meters wide. Kill anyone with a Tianhua face on sight! Second battalion, patrol the entire camp to ensure all areas are under surveillance. Third battalion, surround my commander's tent and prevent anyone from leaving. The bodyguards prepare for a raid, and the longbowmen prepare oil arrows to burn out anyone inside! Everyone, the target may suddenly disappear, but don't panic, just hold your positions!"

At that moment, a powerful voice came from outside the commander's tent, giving orders to the Oakland army. He Ping recognized the voice immediately—it was Wolf! He had fallen for his trap and was now in a desperate situation!