For Omar and his group, their goal was to achieve cooperation. As for how to achieve it, threats, inducements, armed coercion, or peaceful negotiations were all acceptable; as long as they could talk, Omar was confident they could succeed. However, the situation had drastically changed; peaceful negotiations had lost their foundation. Armed coercion would only put them in a more passive position. The conditions proposed by the other side clearly indicated a lack of willingness to negotiate. Now, unless they immediately found the weakness of this Aruru man, they would have to completely admit defeat and might even face imprisonment. Worse still, they might lose the possibility of negotiating again altogether, which was what Omar found most unacceptable.

Yun Zhe scanned his surroundings. Although the enemy outnumbered him by fifty or sixty, his thirty soldiers were seasoned veterans and would be formidable in a conflict. He wasn't afraid of the potential consequences of the conflict; the outcome would only be detrimental to the enemy. Of course, unless they killed him right there.

Yun Zhe assumed a defensive stance and said loudly, "If you don't agree, then please come back with me. As for your demands, let others handle them. I advise you not to put up any futile resistance; it will only increase your punishment and make negotiations more difficult."

Emil looked to Omar for help. He and Omar had always been on good terms, and with the capital now fallen, he had secretly followed Omar north to "make a name for himself." At this point, neither he nor Omar had anyone more trustworthy behind them; their fathers and Omar's elder brother were both with the royal family. If this Aruru man were to act recklessly out of ignorance, then Emil would truly be "dying before he even began."

Omar patted Emile on the back, signaling him not to be nervous, then gritted his teeth and decided to back down first. He held up five fingers on his right hand, "Fifty percent, sir. You and I both know where the crux of this matter lies. There's really no need to be so aggressive. We businessmen also have our bottom line. After all, who wants to do a losing business?"

As Omar extended five fingers, his left hand made a concealed movement at his side. Just as he finished speaking, a dark figure suddenly leaped onto the platform, charging straight at Yun Zhe. He was fast, but how could a human's speed compare to a vampire's? Yun Zhe extended his longsword behind his back; with two clanging sounds, Yun Zhe used the momentum to draw a crossbow bolt from his side, and with his other hand, he discarded his sword and struck horizontally, knocking the weapons from the man's hands. Then, he pressed the crossbow bolt against the man's forehead.

The opponent was a dark-skinned, well-proportioned man. His face was painted with intricate red patterns, and his eyes were filled with astonishment. He couldn't believe that he had lost to an Aluru in his most prized area of ​​speed. He couldn't believe that his opponent possessed such strength, knocking the weapon from his hand with a single blow. At that moment, he resignedly closed his eyes, contemplating whether to commit suicide to atone for Omar's actions. But Yun Zhe didn't give him that time to think, delivering a heavy blow that knocked him unconscious to the ground.

Beside the two men lay a longsword and two short swords, lying conspicuously on the ground. There were traces of blood on the two short swords. Yun Zhe kicked the two short swords to the ground, gesturing for Gao to put them away, then turned and pointed a crossbow bolt at the two men before him, his eyes full of mockery.

Omar was stunned by the scene before him. He never imagined that his sharpest and swiftest sword would fall so easily at the feet of this Aruru man. He had done thorough research beforehand and knew that this Aruru man had a distinguished military record and was quite kind to refugees and civilians. Although some said he was exceptionally strong, it paled in comparison to his other achievements. But today, it seemed the truth was quite the opposite.

However, Omar wasn't worried that the assassin in front of him would betray him. His original intention was actually to have the assassin control Yun Zhe, and then act according to circumstances. So what he needed to do now was quickly devise another escape plan. Things had clearly failed at this point, and he didn't want to put himself in danger again.

"I suppose you don't know who this assassin is, but that doesn't matter. I told you he's behind it all, and you two are the ones who are behind it. So, have you figured out how to deal with him?"

Omar was so angry he almost spat out blood. He never imagined that the cruel and corrupt officials of the Eastern Continent that Gao Chai had once told him about would be used by an Aruru. Indeed, filthy and lowly races are adept at such dirty and despicable methods. Omar spat on the ground, his anger turning into a mocking laugh.

“My lord, you probably don’t understand us. You should know that, as the rumors say, we are indeed the most important partners of the royal family. You, a baron, probably can’t withstand the wrath of the royal family.” As Omar spoke, he pulled Emil back slowly. He gave another assassin beside him a wink. Today, it seemed that they would have to rely on brute force to escape.

Yun Zhe looked very surprised after hearing this. Omar was overjoyed. He believed that whether the other party believed it or not, this statement would make him restrain himself.

Yun Zhe blinked and asked in confusion, "The royal family you're talking about, could it be the Galician royal family?"

Omar chuckled inwardly: "Nonsense, if not the Galician royal family, then which royal family? The Soi royal family of Belvaldo?"

Yun Zhe suddenly realized why Galicia, who couldn't even collect taxes, could be so extravagant and wasteful; it turned out he had extra income.

"Hmph, the Galician royal family probably doesn't have time to deal with you right now," Yun Zhe sneered. "You may not know this yet, but the capital already belongs to the Duke of Field."

Omar's eyes narrowed sharply. He suddenly realized he had overlooked a crucial point: the baron before him was loyal to the countess, who was a staunch supporter of the Duke of Field. That meant…

Omar waved his hand, and several burly men jumped onto the platform, separating him from Yun Zhe. He then gave Yun Zhe a meaningful look, pulled Emile off the platform, and left without looking back, surrounded by more than a dozen people.

Seeing this, Gao became very anxious. He moved closer to Yun Zhe and asked, "My lord, should we give chase?"

Yun Zhe smiled and waved his hand, "Arrest all these people in front of us. As for that dark-faced assassin, we don't need to interrogate him later, just hang him. By the way, make a big show of the hanging. As for that scholar..." Yun Zhe thought for a moment, "Release him later, but send a smart person to follow him and see who he's been in contact with."

Gao nodded repeatedly, while Yun Zhe patted Gao on the shoulder and jumped off the earthen platform.

He walked over to Gao Chaizeng and kicked his body, which was lying on the ground in despair. He shrugged. "See? Those people don't care whether you live or die."