Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 378: Real Money is the Key to Success

This old man is very mysterious. In Na Ren's memory, he is his father and arrogant master.

Everyone has great respect for this old man.

Dad has reminded me many times.

If you show any disrespect to this old man, his legs will be broken.

Bonanzi narrowed his eyes and looked at the Naren in front of him, who was very uncomfortable being bound by various steel locks.

I sighed in my heart, this Lin Feng is indeed extraordinary, his magic can be seen in the details.

He didn't speak to Na Ren, but just reached out and pulled the lock on Na Ren, checking it carefully.

Na Ren couldn't help it.

"Mr.....Mr., why are you here?"

Bo Nanzi looked through it for a long time before asking in a deep voice.

"Na Ren, are you convinced?"

Na Ren's eyes rolled several times.

"Whether you obey or not, it's all the same. What difference does it make?"

Bo Nanzi nodded: "If you are convinced, you will have a chance to survive."

"What if you don't accept it?"

"There is only one way to go, and that is death."

After saying this, the prison fell silent.

Only a few sad wails could be heard occasionally.

Faced with life and death, Na Ren's mind is still clear.

Although he really wanted to fight with Lin Feng again to see who was better.

However, he knew in his heart that Lin Feng would not give him such an opportunity.

After thinking it over, Na Ren shouted.

"Please, old man, save me."

Bonanzi was waiting for this sentence and smiled with relief.

Although Bonanzi was asked by the chief of the Kuro tribe to come out of the mountains to save the life of his only son, he was not completely sure.

But, at this point, I guess it has been done.

"Young Patriarch, if you still have any hope in your heart, I advise you to give up your life. It will be much easier for you."

Bonanzi once again warned Naren seriously.

Na Ren was very upset about being locked up and wanted to get away from this damn place.

Even death would be more comfortable than this.

"Don't worry, old sir. Let me go back to my clan and never come here again."

"You must swear a death oath to accept Lin Feng as your master for life before you can leave this place."

Na Ren's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He stared at Bonanzi for a long time.

"My father won't agree to that..."

When Bo Nanzi heard what he said, he knew that he had surrendered from the bottom of his heart.

"Don't worry, when you return to the tribe, you will be the leader of the Kuro tribe. You can do whatever you want except disobeying Lin Feng's words."

Na Ren swallowed hard and looked at the old man in front of him with a grin.

"You all are devils, I surrender..."

Bonanzi stroked his snow-white beard.

"That's good to know. Your father entrusted me to pass the throne to you."

As he spoke, Bonanzi took out a dark iron plate from his arms and held it in his hand.

"Come, let me touch your head and grant you the throne."

Na Ren closed his eyes obediently and did not move.

Bonanzi reached out and stroked Na Ren's head, muttering something.

Not long after, Bonanzi let go of his hand, gently placed the iron plate in front of Na Ren, leaned on his crutches, and stood up with difficulty.

He turned and signaled to the jailer that he was leaving.

The jailer opened the prison door and let Bonanzi out.

Only Na Ren was left in the cage, still with his eyes closed in deep thought.

During the entire conversation between the two men, two soldiers were watching and recording their every word and action.

The report Lin Feng received included the expressions and actions of Bonanzi and Na Ren, recorded in great detail.

After looking for a while, Lin Feng didn't find anything wrong.

He threw the report on the desk.

"Okay, there's a business for this."

Bai Jing also nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, he remembered something: "Brother, when will their carts of gold, silver, and treasures arrive?"

Lin Feng laughed and said, "You, the silver shop owner, have your eyes on several carts of gold and silver."

"I'm not interested in controlling any tribe. The only thing I feel is the money they give me is a genuine exchange."

Bai Jing spoke sincerely.

Lin Feng also admitted that real money and paying for life are real transactions.

As for what will happen in the future, no one can predict.

"Okay, once their gold and silver arrive, we can let them go."

Bonanzi had returned to Lin Feng's command center and was waiting quietly on the side.

Hearing Lin Feng's words, he smiled slightly.

"Of course. The Kuro people are sincere and never tell lies."

"So good."

Bo Nanzi stood up and said, "Then I will go and rest for a while. I am old and my body is not as strong as you young people."

Lin Feng waved his hand: "Send Mr. Bo to rest."

Cheng Liang came in and helped Bo Nanzi out of the house.

At this moment, a soldier rushed into the headquarters yard and anxiously came to the door where Lin Feng was.

"General, urgent news."

"Come in and talk."

The soldier walked into the house and knelt on one leg.

"General, the prison reports that Na Ren... is dead."

"Ok?"

Lin Feng frowned. He was fine just now, how could he die suddenly?

The Na Blade is very valuable, but if it dies, it will be nothing.

"Send the coroner immediately... Wait, I'll go take a look."

Lin Feng felt that there was something wrong and decided to go and check it out himself.

Everyone followed Lin Feng hurriedly into the prison.

Na Ren was still sitting cross-legged in the same place, looking very peaceful.

In front of him was the dark iron plate that symbolized the patriarch.

Lin Feng stood three or five steps away from him, examining Na Ren.

A coroner in his forties walked forward and fiddled with it a few times, then turned around and shook his head at Lin Feng.

"What was the cause of death?"

The coroner frowned: "General, he... might be..."

Seeing the coroner's awkward look, Lin Feng waved his hand.

"You step back."

After saying that, he stepped forward and placed his fingers on the side of Na Ren's neck to check for his pulse.

Sure enough, Na Ren's body temperature was still there, but he had no breathing or pulse.

Just as Lin Feng was puzzled, Bonanzi had already rushed over after hearing the news.

Cold sweat broke out on his wrinkled face and he staggered into the cage.

Bonanzi knelt in front of Na Ren, stretched out his trembling hand, and gently stroked Na Ren's face.

"Young Patriarch, you...how could you...be like this..."

His voice was choked with sobs and he couldn't form a sentence.

Lin Feng looked quietly at the white-bearded old man, who was trembling all over and looked very excited.

Judging from this person's age, it seems that he will follow Na Ren in the next moment.

"Alas, I am incompetent and have not fulfilled my responsibility as the clan leader..."

Then he mumbled something in his mouth.

Lin Feng felt it was very boring. He thought that he might as well die. It would be a pity to lose those carts of gold, silver and treasures.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Bonanzi had already woken up from his pain and confusion, and turned around and shouted at Lin Feng.

"General Lin, the Kuro tribe leader only had one son. Since he died in the war, his sins during his lifetime have been atoned for. Please allow me, General Lin, to transport the young leader's body back to Kuro to comfort the leader. What do you think..."

Lin Feng hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Well, as a token of regret and sincerity, your young patriarch can rest his body here for three days, and then escort him out of the city."

Bonanzi's face was covered with tears and snot, and his snow-white beard was also stained. He shook his pale head.

"The Kuro tribe has unique funeral rituals. The deceased must be kept intact and not left outside for too long, otherwise the soul will not be able to return home. Let me take him back immediately. The entire Kuro tribe is grateful to General Lin for his righteousness."

Lin Feng was about to speak when Bai Jing, who was standing beside him, reached out and grabbed his arm.

Lin Feng patted Bai Jing's hand comfortingly.

"Come here, first send Mr. Bo back to the inn to rest. After the young patriarch is buried, we will respectfully escort him out of the city."