The princess regretted it.

Chapter 258 This Camp Belongs to Me

This noise naturally alarmed the camp, and those inside, terrified, rushed out to investigate. Those outside saw it clearly, though most didn't understand what the signal was. Before they could comprehend, the remaining Guards of the Duke of the State, who had been hiding outside the camp for a long time, and the Zhenbei Army's vanguard battalion, sent by Mu En to accompany Zhong Chuzhou on his mission, rushed into the camp like a tiger emerging from the mountains. Each of them was well-trained and agile. Faced with the enemy, already weakened by the Soft Muscle Powder, they effortlessly slaughtered them, leaving them helpless.

The people on the second floor naturally heard the noise. The man in the royal blue uniform bit his tongue hard, his heart pounding. The intense pain instantly sobered him up. He knew the situation was critical and he had to find a way to deal with it. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he couldn't just sit there and wait for death. He forced himself to support himself with weak legs and staggered towards a hidden corner behind a row of cabinets. There seemed to be his last hope hidden there.

However, the scholar who called himself Wang lost support in his arms in fear and slid directly to the ground. At this time, he didn't care about the elegant image of a scholar at all. He was full of fear of death. He gritted his teeth and used his hands and feet to crawl desperately on the ground, like an ant struggling on a hot pan.

Zhong Chuzhou pushed open the door just in time, the hinges creaking slightly. He gripped his sword tightly, its blade gleaming with a cold light, and slowly stepped into the room. Each step carried a powerful aura and a sense of oppression. The others followed suit, and the tense atmosphere in the room reached a crescendo. Mo Qing shouted, "Don't move!"

Except for the man in fancy clothes, the others in the room were stunned by the sudden scene. This, this isn't one of our own? Before they could react, Mo Qing and his men rushed in, subdued them all, and tied them up and gagged them.

The funny thing was that the man surnamed Wang just lay on the ground motionless, trying to get away with it by pretending to be dead. Mo Qing stepped forward and kicked him, but he managed not to make a sound, but his body couldn't stop shaking slightly.

Mo Qing's eyes rolled, and a playful smile appeared on his face. He said with a smile: "Oh! This is a dead person! Is he dead completely? Well, no, I have to give him another sword." After that, he pretended to raise his sword to stab Wang, who was pretending to be dead on the ground.

Wang was so frightened that he lost his composure instantly. He stretched out his hands to hold his head, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Hero, spare me! Hero, spare me!"

"Stop pretending? Keep going? You're pretty good at it." Mo Qing sneered as he slid him up. The man's face was as pale as paper, his body limp as mud. He was stunned at first when he saw Mo Qing and the others' attire, then he looked at the unfamiliar faces, realizing they weren't his own. He gave Mo Qing a fawning smile, hoping to gain a glimmer of hope. Mo Qing's grip loosened, and with a thud, the man fell heavily to the ground, a disfigured mess. A nearby secret guard immediately stepped forward and tied him tightly, binding his hands and feet with ropes so tightly that he could no longer move.

After Zhong Chuzhou came in, he fixed his eyes on the man in fancy clothes hiding in the corner and walked towards him step by step.

The man behind the cabinet heard the noise from inside the room and dared not even breathe. He held his breath tightly and pressed his body tightly against the cabinet, hoping to escape the danger. However, his body trembling slightly with nervousness betrayed his fear and anxiety at the moment.

Zhong Chuzhou slowly walked around to the back of the cabinet, his steps steady and intimidating. He stood beside the man without moving, like a cold mountain, giving people a huge sense of oppression. He looked at the man standing against the wall with a half-smile.

When the man heard the noise, his body turned slowly like a puppet, and his eyes first caught the familiar clothes and the jade button around the waist. He subconsciously thought it was one of his own and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. His originally tense face suddenly became full of anger, as if he was ready to vent his anger on this "one of his own", blaming him for being late or not doing his job well.

When his eyes fell on the half-smile, he froze. He had a bad feeling. At first glance, the man's face did bear a resemblance to Zhang Erhu, but he was clearly taller. And the face always gave him a sense of déjà vu. Suspicions welled up in his mind, his mind racing through various possibilities. It was obvious this was someone pretending to be Zhang Erhu; he couldn't be one of them.

At this thought, his heart instantly turned cold, and his remaining support almost vanished, as if he had suddenly plummeted from the clouds into an ice cellar. His legs felt slightly weak. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Who are you? How dare you be so bold? Do you have any respect for the law?" Although he forced himself to remain calm, the trembling end of his voice betrayed his inner fear and anxiety.

After hearing what he said, Zhong Chuzhou lowered his eyes and smiled, with sarcasm and disdain in his smile, and said: "The law? Are you qualified to talk about the law? You, a bunch of rabble, have been doing evil, burning, killing and looting in these deep mountains for years. Have you ever thought about the law? From now on, this camp belongs to me!" His voice was low and powerful, and every word hit the man's heart like a hammer, and every word announced to the man that he had failed.

The hatred in that man's eyes was about to overflow from his eye sockets. His gaze was like a sharp arrow, shooting straight at Zhong Chuzhou. He said hatefully: "Do you know who we are? If you don't want to die, get out of here now!" His voice became a little sharp because of anger and fear. He tried to use such harsh words to intimidate the ignorant guy in front of him, but the slightly trembling lips exposed his inner bluffing.

"I value my life, so I never fight an unprepared battle. Do you think I know who you are? Hmm? Uncle Zhang Wu?" Zhong Chuzhou asked excitedly, with a playful smile on his lips and a look of calmness as if he knew everything, as if all the struggles and threats of the people in front of him were nothing but the tricks of a clown.

"Since you know who we are, you should also know who's behind us. How dare you act like this? Who are you?" Hearing Zhong Chuzhou's address, the man felt a chill in his heart, like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, his already panicked heart growing even more uneasy. Yet, he maintained a firm tone, trying to maintain some confidence at this last moment, his clenched fists white with the force.

"Who am I? How about you guess now?" Zhong Chuzhou leaned forward slightly, like a cheetah eyeing its prey, and said with a bit of interest. He looked as if he was admiring the other person's panic-stricken appearance, as if he was deliberately teasing him, enjoying the feeling of being in control of the overall situation at the moment, adding a subtle hint of playfulness to the tense atmosphere of confrontation.