Don't Play With the Goddess of War
26: Attacks

Don't Play with the Goddess of War

Chapter 26: The ambush

An Xia lowered his eyes and slowly relaxed his fingers on his sleeves.

The spies from the Xia Country had been watching De Lu Sen. Clearly the Xia State had understood its purpose and had exerted its power accordingly.

A Xia had only made contact with the Xia State fighters three times. He was deeply impressed by their humility and prudence, as well as their widespread strategic deployment that left the target with no room to retreat.

It was a pity that he rarely communicated with the Xia Country. The last interaction he had with them was before his death from the bombing. The eldest son of the Mu family was killed on the battlefield and his ashes needed to be transported back to the country in secret. An Xia personally handed the urn over to the Xia State fighters.

Since then he no longer interacted with the Xia Country.

After so many years since that incident, he had not expected to see them in action again in their homeland.

They must be nearby, waiting for the right moment.

Perhaps they were waiting for a bigger fish to appear.

It will be in line with the way they do things. Once action was taken, they would not release any of the targets, capturing them all in one fell swoop. It would shock the naughty men who wanted to hurt him.

What should he do to help them?

Stopping time?

After searching her body, the two middle-aged women roughly ordered, "Hurry undressing!"

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Removing clothes?

An Xia looked down at the jacket he was wearing and patted the snowflake that fell on his shoulder. The snow melted when it came into contact with his warm fingers. He flicked his hand and drops of water splashed into the middle-aged woman's eyes. An Xia folded his hands and refused in a low voice, "No, this is a borrowed outfit."

He had to return it to the doctor. Once removed, where could he find another one that was identical?

"Oh, that little girl is stubborn," the middle-aged lady who was taller smiled strangely. Her cold expression turned venomous, “Now you are in our hands, do you still consider yourself human? If you refuse, then we'll rip it off! ”

He clearly meant: Even though I am afraid, I will fight back.

"Damn! How dare you!” the shorter middle-aged woman was furious. He had never seen a hostage who dared to fight back. Does she think that she's here as a decoration?

The punch should discipline him.

There was no slap, he lifted his leg and kicked towards An Xia's calf.

The face of "human goods" is its selling point. When locked in a cage, the client will first see "soup", then "trial". "Sup" refers to the face while "trial" is the body.

If there is a clear cut on the face, it will be easy to return the item.

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If the wound was on the body, as long as it did not tear the skin and there were no scars, then it would not affect the quality of human goods.

A Xia who was fighting dodged behind the tall middle-aged woman in panic, making her receive a punch instead. The woman swore in pain.

“Are you blind? Shoot correctly, damn, it hurts.” The kick landed right on his shin, and the pain made him relax his grip on An Xia.

The commotion had reminded De Lu Sen, he turned to the language of the Xia Country and scolded, "What are you doing, shut up!"

The surrounding environment returned in silence. The two middle-aged women did not dare to speak loudly anymore. They glared at An Xia and dragged him towards the delivery

receptacles. They'll definitely strip him there!

Screams echoed from the metal container. However, the surroundings remained silent, and even the birds did not notice.

The whistle is blown from a high point, signifying: Safe.

Time is almost 6 p.m. White snow glitters at night. In the distance, a small car drove on the snowy road and its high rays flickered five times. De Lu Sen stomped on his numb feet from the cold before a smile appeared on his foreign face.

He's right here.