The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 1209 - 647: Reunion with the "God of Gambling"!

Chapter 1209: Chapter 647: Reunion with the "God of Gambling"!

"Have you ever felt that foes tend to cross paths?"

Yu Xiu chuckled softly and whispered:

"It seems what you said earlier was right. If we hadn’t waited, and had directly slain those Liao people in the sky, I’m afraid the Heir of Prince Mu wouldn’t have come."

The few of them had a deep grudge against Xu Jingtang.

Zhao Douan smirked, his eyes flickering with dangerous light, and whispered:

"Rebellion and treason are understandable, after all, it’s royal infighting. But being a traitor, well, that’s the road to death."

Yet Zhao Douan didn’t rush to act; he wanted to wait and see if they could join other recruitment forces, lure more enemies out, and wipe them all out.

Therefore, the four of them walked with heads lowered, mingling among the frightened refugees.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, Zhao Douan heard the sound of a whip and cries of anguish, only to see the Heir of Prince Mu ahead, holding a whip and fiercely lashing a moderately wealthy middle-aged man to the ground.

The middle-aged man’s attire was modest but of high-quality material, and the melon rind hat on his head had been knocked off. Clutching his bloody face, he pleaded loudly:

"Young Master! It’s me, don’t you remember? When the Prince was still around, during festivals, I never missed delivering gifts to the manor. That thirteenth concubine of yours, it was me..."

"Smack!"

The Young Master lashed out again, striking the middle-aged man, leaving his skin raw and injured.

The delicate-featured Heir sneered sinisterly:

"Save your attempts at familiarity! Do you still hope I’ll let you go? Who do you think you are?! Bring that dog of a man, strip his clothes and teach him a lesson, a good example for these unruly peasants."

Behind him, two subordinates laughed cruelly as they dragged the middle-aged man away like a dead dog, soon echoing with pig-slaughtering shrieks.

Only then did the Young Master turn around, grovelingly fawning to a warrior of the Liao Clan who approached, explaining in the "Liao language" with abject flattery.

Ultimately, the Liao warrior slapped him hard, leaving five finger marks on the Young Master’s face, yet he meekly nodded, wearing a smile, as the Liao warrior laughed heartily and walked away.

In the crowd, Zhao Douan watched coldly, without a hint of sympathy.

...

...

The group continued to march.

By noon, they joined forces with another recruitment team, swelling the size of the cannon fodder to one or two thousand.

By evening, as the sun sank westward, the group finally halted, and the refugees were driven to set up tents.

Some of those dozens of Liao people entered tents, while others landed a flying boat to nourish large birds.

They consistently maintained a safe distance from the refugee group, neither too close nor straying too far.

"It looks like we’ve only gathered these people today, a long way from the main force," Zhao Douan whispered.

As the sun set, the drowsy Jin Jian gradually perked up, her stomach rumbling loudly, her small hands covering her belly, with an embarrassed expression:

"I’m hungry..."

Yu Xiu held her forehead, feeling a bit mortified.

Zhao Douan chuckled, ready to say something, but suddenly noticed a scuffle breaking out in the nearby crowd, catching a "mountain bandit’s" attention, who cursed:

"Why fight? If you want to brawl, how about I join you? I’ll beat you to death..."

As he spoke, the bandit lashed out with a whip, the force terrifyingly strong, enough to be fatal to someone weak.

Zhao Douan squinted, intending to step forward but halted abruptly, seeing one of the young men in the scuffle, initially pressed to the ground, suddenly rise up, overturning his opponent and bracing against the blow with his back, letting out an anguished cry.

The surrounding people scattered hastily.

In an instant, only the man who took the lash, lying on the ground, was left behind, completely ignored.

"Huh?" Yu Xiu suddenly exclaimed, tugging at Jin Jian, and whispered:

"Doesn’t he look a bit familiar?"

"..." Jin Jian remained expressionless, staring silently at her senior sister — to avoid standing out, she’d long hidden her glasses.

As if saying: Are you sure you want to ask me?

Yu Xiu felt awkward, whispering: "Looks like Fourth Senior Brother."

Zhao Douan froze for a moment, astonished and unsure: "Who?"

Yu Xiu hesitantly responded:

"Master’s fourth disciple, Han Zhao. But he’s been traveling and out of touch for a long time."

Han Zhao? The Old Heavenly Master’s fourth disciple?

Zhao Douan felt intrigued: "Let’s go have a look!"

By then, the sunset waned gradually, smoke rose from the thousands-strong camp, and the sky darkened.

Zhao Douan and his group went over, surrounding the young man on the ground, squatting and inspecting him.

And as if sensing someone approaching, the seemingly unconscious Han Zhao opened his eyes, grunting a few times, then flipped over, facing four grimy, sky-filling faces.

"Ah!"

Han Zhao jumped in surprise, then Zhao Douan covered his mouth with a hand, Han Zhao’s eyes widened, thinking there might be troublemakers among the refugees?

"Mmm mmm mmm..."

He instinctively circulated mana, trying to get up by force — with Worldly Realm cultivation, no one in the camp could suppress him... huh?

But as Han Zhao tried to channel mana, Tuoba Weizhi reached out and "bang", pinned him back to the ground.

Han Zhao: "..."

Yu Xiu studied the face closely, exclaiming in surprise:

"It really is Fourth Brother."

Jin Jian rubbed her highly myopic eyes, leaned in closer, and exclaimed joyfully: