The bandits: "..."

Listen to this, is this something a human being could do?

So, Bo Xilai's formation of the bandit fleet more than 10 years ago was a long-planned and meticulous scheme. One reason was to control the best bandits, and the other was to use these talented individuals as cannon fodder for his apprentices at any time.

What grudge?

What grievance?

They were so devoted to the bright moon, loyal and dedicated to robbing it.

Unexpectedly, the bright moon shines on the ditch, and the cunning and treacherous dog is unmatched.

"You despicable and shameless scoundrel." Si Mubei was the one who disliked Bo Jichen the most, always thinking about getting rid of him so that he, the second-in-command, could take over: "Get these scumbags out of here. I want to fight you one-on-one. I'll challenge you, and the prize is my daughter!"

"If I win, my daughter is mine. If you win, whatever happens, happens. Hurry up!"

Bo Jichen let out a soft "pfft" and called to the others, "Get up quickly, I'm about to bury the hole!"

The people who were pinning down on Si Mubei were completely threatened and quickly jumped away from the pit.

With no weight on his body, Si Mubei braced himself on his furry front paws, shaking his bald tail. Just as he was about to get up, there was a loud bang, and the soil from all sides of the pit poured down, burying him completely.

After burying the soil, Bo Jichen walked to the top of the pit, hugged his daughter, and stomped on it twice. He then called to the other bandits, "Come over here quickly and stomp on this wolfish, ambitious, and power-hungry fake woman who's trying to take over as the second-in-command. Otherwise, she might come back to life and harm us!"

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they instantly transformed into three-year-olds, running to the pit and stomping on it with all their might, muttering, "You dead tombstone, you need to learn to be pragmatic! You can't beat our boss!"

"Yes, yes, you dead tombstone, when will this cycle of revenge end? If you've come to your senses, just say so, and we'll let you out!"

Buried in the mud and about to be trampled to death, Si Mubei: "..."

Damn it!

He wanted to say something!

Can you make a sound?

He's using all his strength and mental energy to keep breathing, okay?

When he gets out of here, he'll definitely chop off their heads and use them as footballs!

An hour passed.

Agares disembarked from the spaceship and appeared on Planet Kor. As he walked towards the camp, he asked, "Is the Zerg Queen coming? Has the time been set?"

The adjutant, Mo Er, saluted and replied, "Not yet. They requested a video call with Crown Prince He Yan to confirm the time. Since you haven't returned, we dare not make a decision on our own!"

"Ignore their demands completely!" Agares commanded swiftly and coldly, "Ask them one last time when they're coming. If they can't confirm their time, tell them directly that Cor Star is about to enter winter, a frozen wasteland with insufficient heating for the Queen to keep warm, and also unable to ensure the safety of Crown Prince He Yan. The meeting is canceled. If they say another word, chop off Crown Prince He Yan's claws and send them over!"

"Yes, Commander!" Moore paused for a moment, then said, "Commander, the generals of the nine legions are waiting for you to start a video conference. Should we notify Chu Xi to come and treat your lip injury?"

The moment his captain stepped off the spaceship, Moore noticed that his captain's lower lip was cut, the wound was extremely fresh, and a little swollen.

He wondered to himself, "The commander got into a fight and even had his lip broken. How ruthless must the person who beat him be?"

Agares paused slightly, his mind echoing with his wife's drunken words: "Stove it, stamp it, and you're mine. You can't go back on your word. If you do, I'll wring your head off!"

Agares' lips curled slightly as he touched the wound on his lower lip, replying to Mor, "No need, it's just a stamp, it's nothing!"

Moore: "..."

Seal?

Is a cut on the mouth called a "seal"?

He's a graduate of a military academy, how could he not understand his own commander's words?

Also, did your own coach just laugh?

Did you laugh?

The corners of your mouth are turned up?

Half an hour later!

Besides the Hunting Legion, the nine legion generals and their subordinate legions in the video conference all knew that a ruthless guy had broken their marshal's mouth.

In addition, misinformation spread and rumors were passed around.

With all sorts of people offering their opinions, the discussion gets distorted as it spreads.

The members of the Hunter Legion, in particular, had their minds racing. They discussed amongst themselves, "Have you heard? The Marshal encountered a super ruthless guy, couldn't beat him, and even got injured!"

"That can't be right, can it? I heard that when Lieutenant Moore was on the phone calling for the Marshal to come back, I heard someone call the Marshal 'husband.' Do you think the Marshal's sore lip might have been bitten by his wife?"

"Hey, hey, hey, you're obviously an amateur. I've heard that our lady is petite, cute, soft, and delicate, like a porcelain doll, while our marshal is a walking icebox, an unyielding iron ore. You think our soft and adorable lady could bite his mouth open? You're kidding me!"

"Yes! It definitely wasn't the lady who bit him. What I heard is this: our marshal encountered a formidable opponent, fought with him, and lost. He even got a cut on his lower lip, but instead of treating it, he left the mark so he could avenge himself next time!"

"On another note, this ruthless fellow even injured the marshal, so why didn't the marshal recruit him?"

"That's right! We'll recruit someone as ruthless as the marshal, and have him fight the marshal every day. That would be so exciting!"

"So, should we get together and write an anonymous letter so that the Marshal can clearly understand that the person who can fight him to a draw and beat him senseless is a promising talent, and might even be the next Marshal to succeed him? What do you all think?"

Everyone: "..."

That makes sense.

There was no rebuttal.

We have to do it.

Everyone shouted in unison, "Let's go, gather together and write anonymous notes!"

Jiang Si rolled over, touching something furry that felt incredibly nice to the touch.

She closed her eyes and touched it, stroked it, and the more she touched it, the better it felt, and the more she stroked it, the more addicted she became.

Addicted, she pulled the fluffy thing into her arms and heard a soft "whimper".

The soft "ee-ee" startled her, instantly dispelling her sleepiness. Slowly, she opened one eye and saw a stunningly beautiful and alluring woman, her hand supporting half her face, revealing white teeth and red lips, asking her in an exaggeratedly sweet and coquettish voice, "Little Jiang Jiang, is Mommy's big tail nice to pet?"

"Thump!"

Jiang Si rolled over and fell off the bed. Then she reached out from under the bed and climbed onto the edge. She looked around and chuckled awkwardly, "Mom, when did I fall asleep? How come there's a bed and a house here?"

Si Mubei lay sprawled out, revealing his straight, snow-white thighs. Eight enormous, fluffy yellow tails danced wildly behind him. His red lips looked like those of a demon who had just swallowed a child and hadn't wiped the blood clean. His eyes widened, and he roared menacingly, "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? Good heavens, do you know you've been asleep for 10 days? The entire planet's infrastructure has been completed!"