After the battle, Li Tianfang's side suffered minor losses, with about twenty people killed, seven or eight seriously injured, and countless others slightly injured.

On Peng Yong's side, his father had given him a hundred team members, and the losses were considerable. After taking stock, they found that more than ten of them had died, and several were seriously injured, while many more were slightly injured.

Peng Yong was unmoved by this. His subordinates were dead, but he had personally killed three minotaurs. After Hope City, wouldn't the city lord look at him with more respect?

The only thing that bothered him was that Zhang Lin killed more than him. He didn't know the exact number, but from what he saw, Zhang Lin had killed at least five minotaurs.

"Hmph, even if you're quite capable, you have no influence. I have my father backing me up. What can you possibly use to fight me?" Peng Yong sneered inwardly, and with this self-comfort, he regained his confidence.

Meanwhile, the battle on the Tang side had ended, and Li Tianfang was on his way with his men. Peng Yong was filled with anticipation.

'Li Tianfang is a lunatic. Once he arrives, he'll definitely make Zhang Lin kneel down and submit. Haha... Let's see what Zhang Lin can do. It would be best if he clashed with Li Tianfang and ruined the city lord's mission!' Peng Yong felt a surge of schadenfreude.

He had already knelt before, so he had no psychological barriers at all. When he saw Li Tianfang coming over, he immediately knelt down as if it were second nature and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, we have not failed in our mission and have brought you out!"

That's how people are. Before kneeling, Peng Yong felt very awkward, but after kneeling once, the movement became very smooth when he knelt down again.

He even hoped that Zhang Lin would kneel down with him.

This gives him a very strange sense of pleasure.

"Hmm, you're a good lad, very clever. From now on, you'll stay by my side..." Li Tianfang was in a good mood at the moment, so he brought up the old matter again, wanting to keep Peng Yong. He liked this kind of person as his lackey.

Peng Yong shuddered, glanced at Zhang Lin beside him, and quickly changed the subject, "Your Majesty, this is our Captain Zhang. He's the one who led the team to pick you up this time!"

Shifting the blame eastward.

He didn't want to stay by Li Tianfang's side.

At the same time, he also hoped that Zhang Lin would kneel down with him, so he directly shifted the topic to Zhang Lin.

"Oh, Captain Zhang, does Hope City have another rising star?" Sure enough, Li Tianfang's attention was diverted.

At that moment, Peng Yong felt a secret sense of satisfaction.

Li Tianfang is a notorious lunatic, and this time he witnessed it firsthand. Even when trapped, he still acted like an emperor. This is something no normal person would do.

Therefore, in Peng Yong's view, Zhang Lin faced the same fate as himself.

They either obediently kneel down, or they turn against Li Tianfang and fight him.

However, considering that Li Tianfang was an ally valued even by the city lord, Zhang Lin had no other choice but to back down.

"Kneel! Kneel!"

Peng Yong's eyes gleamed with excitement and anticipation.

On the other side, Zhang Lin also looked at Li Tianfang.

This was his first time meeting Li Tianfang, but he already knew the man quite well.

This is a well-known case of mental illness.

Li Tianfang wasn't the kind of person who would take advantage of the collapse of the post-apocalyptic order to declare himself emperor; he seemed to genuinely consider himself an emperor.

That's why he was able to do something so brainless as to fight someone to the death if they didn't kneel before him.

Now Zhang Lin is also looking forward to seeing if Li Tianfang will dare to make him kneel.

Li Tianfang, clad in gleaming armor that shimmered in the sunlight, strode toward Zhang Lin with a smile on his face, before stopping as he approached.

"Make him kneel! Make him kneel!"

Peng Yong became even more excited, shouting inwardly.

However……

Li Tianfang originally intended to put on airs as an emperor and make this young man he had never met submit to him, but when he saw Zhang Lin, he suddenly felt a sense of awe.

He had always considered himself to be of high status, but at this moment, he felt that Zhang Lin was even more noble.

So, the words that were about to be said changed.

"Young man, your surname is Zhang, right? What's your name?" Li Tianfang's expression instantly changed from stern to incredibly amiable. "I can tell from your extraordinary bearing that you're also a descendant of royalty. We really are destined to meet. How about you join my Great Tang Dynasty? I'll bestow upon you the title of a king of a different surname?"

Peng Yong was stunned.

"What the hell? Why is it that I have to kneel before them or they'll kill me, but when it comes to Zhang Lin they're going to make him a king of a different surname?"

"This is fucking illogical!"

Zhang Lin was also a little confused.

Seriously, he was ready to take action.

If Li Tianfang really relapses, he will risk failing to complete the task of the city lord, but he will still have to compete with this Tang emperor.

"Could it be the effect of the Supreme?" For a moment, Zhang Lin was also puzzled; this was the only possibility he could think of.

However, "Supreme" is only a support skill.

People who are hostile to him will not give up on dealing with him just because they respect him; the effect is more about amplifying positive emotions.

For example, maintaining the loyalty of subordinates and making it easier for them to conquer their targets.

Unless Li Tianfang had always been very respectful to him from the beginning, even with the "Supreme" effect, Li Tianfang would not have treated him this way.

"Brother, why aren't you saying anything?" Seeing Zhang Lin remain silent, Li Tianfang quickly put on a kind expression and said, "Could it be that you don't want to be a king of a different surname in the Tang Dynasty? That's understandable, after all, you are a descendant of the royal family, making you a king would indeed be a disservice to you..."

"Our Zhang family has never produced an emperor," Zhang Lin said slowly. "I'm not a descendant of royalty, so don't talk nonsense!"

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