Chapter 1410: Chapter 1410 - Three Statements to Save Yourself

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Chop off Chen Xiaobei’s head?

Lu Changwei and Zhu Dachang nearly burst into laughter.

They had wanted to kill Chen Xiaobei but never got the chance to do it.

Who knew that the Ninth Young Lord would swoop in and help them take care of this eyesore, Chen Xiaobei?!

Lu Changwei’s group of friends were practically gloating. They might as well have given a standing ovation.

Of course, while some were glad to hear it, there were also those who did not.

Wenren Muyue was one of them. She stood protectively in front of Chen Xiaobei and said, “Ninth Young Lord! Please forgive Mr. Chen this once! Take it as me pleading you!”

Looks of surprise fell on the faces of those around them.

In Silver Plume City, the second most powerful family after the governor’s was the Wenren family.

As Lady Wenren, even the young governor would have to pay her respects.

Wenren Muyue had never use the word ‘plead’ in front of others before.

Right now, for the sake of a foreigner, an outsider, Wenren Muyue was pleading! This was disconcerting!

Even more mind-boggling yet, the person Wenren Muyue was pleading to the most imperious, most unreasonable, most authoritative person in the whole of Northern Wilderness Starfield, the ninth son of the Lord of Northern Wilderness!

In Northern Wilderness Starfield, the overlord was like an emperor, and the Ninth Young Lord was the apple of his eye.

Wenren Muyue, on the other hand, was more like the daughter of a chancellor.

If the Ninth Young Lord was unhappy, he might even sentence Wenren Muyue to death!

The others, Little Fatty Dong, Miao Yiyue, Qin Luo, Wei Ruilong; these four Silver Plume rich brats, did not even dare speak on behalf of Chen Xiaobei.

The Ninth Young Lord’s authority and power was that intimidating!

“Huh? Muyue, you’ve always been so aloof, I don’t think you’ve ever pleaded before!” the Ninth Young Lord smirked. “Since you’re pleading me, Ximen Dingjun, I will give you one chance!”

“Wh… What does the young lord want me to do?” Wenren Muyue’s brows creased. When she saw the expression on Ximen Dingjun’s face, she knew that it was not going to be pleasant!

Lo and behold, Ximen Dingjun chuckled. “All you need to do is come and serve me in my tent! Once I’m satisfied, I will forgive this kid! Otherwise, you can get ready to collect his corpse!”

“…”

Wenren Muyue opened her mouth to protest but could not find the words. Anger burned in her beautiful eyes, but for the sake of Chen Xiaobei’s life, she could not refuse the offer.

“What is it? Is the Ninth Young Lord not worthy of your service?” Lu Changwei was fanning the flames. “Wenren Muyue, you have always been acting in an arrogant manner at Silver Plume City! How could you be so unforthcoming towards the Ninth Young Lord? Do you even have any respect for him? Do you even honor his grace, our overlord?”

Wenren Muyue panicked. “Our family has always been loyal to his grace. I personally respect the overlord very much…”

“Alright, enough. Let’s cut out all this crap talk. You don’t want to service me, huh? Men!” Ximen Dingjun ordered.

“Yes!” The ten imperial bodyguards behind him replied in unison.

Ximen Dingjun may be a useless piece of shit, but these bodyguards were all Ethereal cultivation elites!

What was more incredible was that amongst the young men was an old man wearing a latex mask.

Because only those under 30 years old were allowed to join the Elite Hunting Competition, this old man had to put on a mask to blend in with the rest of the young guards.

So many strong bodyguards protecting just a sole Ximen Dingjun! You could tell just how wealthy Northern Wilderness Starfield was, and how much the Northern Wilderness Overlord cherished his youngest son!

When the imperial guards began to move, Wenren Muyue burst out crying, “Please no! Ninth Young Lord! I beg you! I beg you please!”

Ximen Dingjun replied, “Choose one of the two! You can still change your mind! To service me or to collect this kid’s corpse!”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“No…”

Wenren Muyue did not know what to do. On one side was the Ximen Dingjun she abhorred, and the other side was the man in jeopardy, Chen Xiaobei.

Choosing between these two was one of the most difficult decisions she had to make!

Lu Changwei and his posses watched the whole thing with their arms crossed, wishing they had some coke and popcorn with them so they could enjoy Chen Xiaobei and Wenren Muyue’s torture.

Dong Xiaowu, Miao Yiyue and the others were like headless chickens but they dared not butt into Ximen Dingjun’s business. None of them dared say anything, leaving Wenren Muyue to struggle on her own.

“Ninth Young Lord, don’t give Lady Wenren a hard time!” Chen Xiaobei spoke again. “Could you allow me to say three statements? Once I’m done, I can guarantee that you won’t want to kill me!”

“You have no place to speak here!” Lu Changwei glared at Chen Xiaobei.

“A dying man’s words are kind.” Chen Xiaobei smiled. “For the sake of preserving my life, my three statements will surely change the young lord’s heart!”

“Nonsense! The Ninth Young Lord is a wise and intelligent man! He knows that you are just a Jianghu fraud! Even if you are allowed a thousand words, the only place you’ll be going is your grave!” Lu Changwei was so afraid that the situation might turn around that he barked. “Drag him away and kill him!”

“Yes!” Lu Changwei’s lackeys moved quickly, clanking their weapons together as they approached Chen Xiaobei.

“Hold on! Allow his to speak!” Ximen Dingjun’s curiosity was hooked. “What are your three statements? I’ll allow you to speak! I want to know where your confidence comes from! Why are you so certain that I will let you off the hook?!”

Lu Changwei exchanged looks with his lackeys, ordering them to stand down.

At that moment, all eyes were on Chen Xiaobei.

Three statements to save himself!

It sounded like an impossible task!

Lu Changwei and his hundreds of lackeys watched Chen Xiaobei like he was their game, ready to pounce at any time.

Wenren Muyue and the others had their hearts in knots, worried for Chen Xiaobei but unable to help.

Whether he lives or dies all depended on the three statements he was about to say.

“Hey kid! Why are you just looking at me? Speak!” Ximen Dingjun said impatiently. “My patience is wearing thin! If you try to make a fool of me, I will make sure that you die an ugly death!”

“The first statement!” Chen Xiaobei said. “Ninth Young Lord, you are ill!”

“What?!”

The crowd gasped.