The Crazy Son-In-Law

After instructing his subordinates, Nie Jiuchong walked alone to the “muster platform” of the East Old School Society.

Here, it was the place where he was once crowned as a veteran, and also where he commanded the heroes of the southeast.

But as his gaze swept over the Harrow, Northleap, and Eastbrook regions, his eyes were filled with anger.

As a leader of the thirty-four cities in the southeastern province, he felt like a king who had lost his city, and he was genuinely furious.

In less than a month, he had lost several places. If he were to give Xiao Shun and the “New School Society” some more time, would he not become a lone man?

At that thought, Nie Jiuchong’s veins bulged as he pressed his hand against the railing, his expression dark and intimidating.

Then, he walked to the nearby council chamber, sat alone at the head, and propped his head with one hand, his eyebrows knitted tightly.

“Veteran!”

Huangshan was the first to arrive, feeling relieved to see that Nie Jiuchong had recovered from his injuries.

Nie Jiuchong asked expressionlessly, “Tell me what happened after the battle at Cliffside.”

Huangshan hesitated with a difficult expression on his face.

Seeing this, Nie Jiuchong said in a deep voice, “Speak!”

Huangshan gritted his teeth and replied, “Seven seniors betrayed us after the battle of Cliffside, and the entire Eastbrook area has now fallen into the hands of the New School Society. We have no authority there.”

“Seven seniors?” Nie Jiuchong squinted, a displeased look on his face.

After being injured by Xiao Shun, he fled west and did not meet with Huangshan and the others who followed. When he returned to the Southeast Old School Society, he immediately confined himself to heal his injuries, so he was unaware of this betrayal.

The Southeast Old School Society, with only thirty seniors, had lost seven of them in one fell swoop, nearly a third of their top combat strength. This infuriated Nie Jiuchong as a veteran.

As they were talking, several seniors began to enter the council chamber one after another.

Seeing Nie Jiuchong at the head, these seniors dared not breathe heavily.

After surveying the group, Nie Jiuchong did not find the figure of the high-ranking official and wondered why his most trusted assistant was late for such an important occasion.

So he said to Huangshan, “Urgently summon the senior, I have some matters to discuss with him!”

At these words, everyone’s expression immediately became awkward, and no one dared to take the lead.

Nie Jiuchong also realized that something was amiss.

Suppressing the rapidly swirling anger in his heart, he said slowly, “Where is the senior?”

The scene was still silent, and more than ten seniors remained as silent as cicadas in winter.

“Bang!”

Nie Jiuchong slammed his hand on the table, his eyes revealing a cold killing intent.

For more than thirty years, he experienced the feeling of “losing both the wife and the army” for the first time, which made him suffer immensely.

Although the senior was a part of the Southeast Old School Society, he was Nie Jiuchong’s top advisor. Relying on this person’s intelligence, the initially weakest Southeast Old School Society became one of the four powerhouses of the Old School Society.

However, unexpectedly, this strategist had fallen into the hands of the New School Society, and began to strategize for their former enemy.

At that thought, Nie Jiuchong’s Arcane Vigor within him became chaotic, and his recently healed injuries resurfaced.

Then, a large mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, causing a significant change in the faces of Huangshan and the others.

“Veteran, your injuries…”

“It’s fine.”

Nie Jiuchong waved his hand, wiped the blood from his mouth, and then sat up straight, saying solemnly, “The current momentum of the New School Society is not something that my Southeast Old School Society can withstand on its own. This matter must be reported to the Marshal for him to decide and weigh the options.”

Upon hearing this, most of the seniors nodded in agreement.

But one person expressed opposition.

“Veteran, this matter needs to be carefully considered!”

It turned out to be Huangshan.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Please, go on.”

Nie Jiuchong was powerful, but not skilled in strategic matters, so his style was always impulsive. Seeing Huangshan’s hesitation, he ordered him to speak his mind.

Seeing that everyone’s gaze was focused on him, Huangshan immediately said, “Two days have passed since the battle at Cliffside, but there has been no news about the battle spreading, indicating that the New School Society has not publicized it!”

“Hmm!?” Nie Jiuchong was puzzled.

In theory, if Xiao Shun were to spread the news of his victory at Cliffside, it would undoubtedly earn the New School Society a wave of fame, which would definitely be a boost to their development. So why the cover-up?

Seeing Nie Jiuchong’s increasingly puzzled expression, Huangshan explained, “Veteran, do not worry. Xiao Shun’s goal is simply to prevent the Old School Society from retaliating!”

Nie Jiuchong nodded, “I understand that, but the situation is delicate now. If I do not inform the Marshal soon, we will not be able to contend with them on our own.”

No one knew how unwilling Nie Jiuchong felt as he spoke these words.

Alas, he was no match for Xiao Shun. This was a fact just as solid as iron!

“Our Southeast Old School Society has worked so hard to be where we are today. If I admit defeat to the Marshal, it will surely empower the other veterans. This is a great taboo!”

Huangshan spoke bluntly.

“Branch head Huang, what do you mean then?”

“Exactly, in such a critical moment, you should not hide anything. Speak up!”

Another senior couldn’t help urging him.

Nie Jiuchong looked up at Huangshan, who was calm, and said seriously, “Huangshan, tell us your plan!”

At that, Huangshan went straight to the point, “My suggestion is to unite with the Central Old School Society to deal with the New School Society together!”

“That old fellow Qiu Zhan has always been at odds with Master Nie. If he doesn’t kick us while we’re down, that’s already good enough. Why should he join hands with us?” One senior sneered.

Huangshan smiled faintly, “In the face of interests, there are no eternal enemies. Moreover, the Central and Southeast are both part of the Old School Society. Even without considering interests, as a veteran, Mr. Qiu Zhan should understand the principle of mutual support.”

As soon as he finished speaking, another senior spoke up to question him.

“What we have in the Southeast Old School Society, the Central Old School Society has too. What interests could there be between the two sides? Should we allocate resources to them?”

“Of course not resources, we only need to join forces with the Central Old School Society to annihilate the New School Society and then divide the benefits.”

Huangshan paused. “Everyone, don’t forget that the Hanging Flask Inn is now in the hands of Xiao Shun. When the time comes, we can use it as leverage. Do you think Mr. Qiu has a reason to refuse?”

After hearing this, Nie Jiuchong’s eyes suddenly flashed with sharpness, and he exclaimed “good” three times.

Immediately, he ordered someone to go to the Central Old School Society to discuss cooperation.