Chapter 24: The King Makes the Rules

Chapter 24: The King Makes the Rules

That damned old geezer, knowing I had returned to normal already, still had the nerve to use his age as leverage and tried to intimidate me? Did he not put me, the King, in his eyes at all? Fine, if he started it, then I would finish it…

“Injured? Hmph!” Sun Fei snorted coldly: “Pierce, you take twenty soldiers now. I don’t want to hear any excuses. Bring that person to me immediately. Even if you have to tie him up, drag Gerger to the city wall. If anyone dares to obstruct, kill them on the spot!”

Sun Fei’s voice was ice-cold, and everyone could feel the King’s anger and killing intent.

“As you command, Your Majesty!”

Pierce was overjoyed. A decisive and authoritative King like this was exactly the type he and the soldiers supported. The white-haired tough guy responded eagerly, grinning like a customer who had just borrowed money for pleasure, then turned and swaggered off the wall with several Royal Guard soldiers.

“Brook, you send someone immediately to summon Military Judge Conca and Prison Warden Oleg. Order them to come to the city wall to join the battle at once. If they dare resist, kill them on the spot!”

Sun Fei issued two ruthless military orders in a row, clearly aiming to establish his authority.

Yesterday, settling and treating the wounded soldiers was an act of kindness. Today, targeting a few nobles who hid at home to avoid the battle was a warning to others. This was a crude method Sun Fei had thought hard about last night. Since he couldn’t deal with the enemies for now, surely he could handle his own people, right?

To pacify the outsiders, one must first settle the insiders.

This once notorious strategy by Chiang Kai-shek was surprisingly suitable for Shampoo City at this moment.

Indeed, as soon as the two orders were given, the desolate atmosphere on the city wall immediately vanished. Sun Fei could clearly feel that after hearing the orders, the soldiers’ morale became much higher.

Just then, Angela walked out smiling from the stone wall of the watchtower.

Little Gemma followed behind, still looking a bit dazed. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. When she saw Sun Fei, she secretly winked and shook her small pink fist, as if to say, “You know what I mean.”

Sun Fei chuckled.

After their conversation an hour ago, Sun Fei could tell the young girl’s hostility toward him had completely disappeared.

“Angela, you woke up just in time. I have a very important task I need you to help me with.” Sun Fei was momentarily stunned by Angela’s lazy yet stunning face upon waking. He walked over and tidied his fiancée’s slightly messy hair, smiling as he spoke.

“What is it?”

Hearing that Alexander had a task for her, the beautiful girl instantly became fully alert. She was afraid she would not be able to help Alexander at this time, so having something to do was perfect. She even forgot her shyness from Sun Fei fixing her hair, blushing as she looked up and asked.

“You and Gemma go together and bring Uncle Lampard here for me. The battle might start soon, and I need a great expert like him to hold the fort on the city wall.” Sun Fei said with a serious expression.

“I’ll go find Uncle Lampard right away.”

Hearing the urgency of the situation, Angela immediately took Gemma—who was still a little sleepy—and left.

“Oh, and Angela, after you find Uncle Lampard, don’t come back to the city wall. There are still some injured soldiers who haven’t fully recovered. You and Gemma help me take care of them. Thank you!” Sun Fei called out with a laugh behind her.

Angela froze for a moment.

This girl, intelligent as snow, understood Sun Fei’s meaning almost instantly—once the battle started, the city wall would be too dangerous. Staying here would not help at all and might even be a burden. Alexander was deliberately sending her away. The excuse about taking care of the wounded was just a clumsy pretext.

But, being intelligent as snow, she did not argue.

Although Angela really wanted to stay on the city wall to help Alexander, she knew that if she did, she would definitely become a burden. So she nodded to show she understood.

Gemma obviously understood Sun Fei’s intention too.

The little girl glanced back as she ran with Angela and secretly gave Sun Fei a thumbs-up.

…

Twenty minutes later.

The mysterious enemies across the river had begun to assemble. One by one, black infantry squares marched out of the camp with orderly steps. Gleaming swords and spears flashed coldly under the morning light, standing like a dense forest. Clearly, these were well-trained professional soldiers. At a glance, an intimidatingly sharp killing aura rushed toward them.

Sun Fei was observing the movements from the top of the city wall when suddenly there was a commotion behind him.

“Don’t you dare touch me with your filthy lowly hands… Get away, damn it! I’ll kill all you idiot maggots sooner or later!”

A familiar, arrogant voice rang out.

Sun Fei turned and saw that it was indeed the fat pig Gerger, tied up by Pierce. The fat bastard obviously had no idea he was in trouble and was still cursing and shouting recklessly.

Sun Fei’s pupils narrowed sharply, his gaze passing over the fat pig and focusing on a person behind him.

It was an old man wearing a long red silk robe. He was thin, about 1.7 meters tall, with a hooked nose and a gloomy face. He was habitually squinting, and his back was slightly hunched, but his walking steps were very steady. His graying hair was neatly tied back with a pure gold hair clasp inlaid with gems.

This old man was quite pretentious. Could it be…?

Just as Sun Fei was wondering, Pierce walked over gloatingly and reported to him with a chuckle: “Your Majesty, as per your order, we’ve tied up that guy Gerger…” Then he pointed at the red-robed, hunchbacked, hook-nosed old man and continued: “However, Herald Bazel has also come.”

So it was indeed Herald Bazel, the one who had previously taken control of Shampoo City in his place.

Sun Fei looked the old man up and down. For some reason, this unimpressive, even somewhat shabby old man gave Sun Fei a slight sense of danger, like a sinister, lurking venomous snake standing before him.

“Your Majesty, I demand an explanation!”

While Sun Fei was sizing up this shabby old man, the old man suddenly took a few steps forward, put his hands on his hips, and aggressively questioned Sun Fei: “Your Majesty Alexander, I want to know what law my son Gerger has broken to be tied up and brought to the city wall like this? Please give me a reasonable explanation!”

Matching his father’s rather hostile questioning, the son Gerger, tied up nearby, also recklessly roared at Sun Fei: “Alexander, you idiot! Let these lowly scum release me right now…”

Sun Fei gave a cold laugh.

Trying to act arrogant in front of me? Trying to outdo me in presence?

Sun Fei didn’t even glance at the red-robed old devil Bazel. Without a word, he walked up to the fat pig, then harshly slapped him across the face without any explanation.

Slap slap slap slap—!

After a dozen loud slaps, Gerger’s face rapidly swelled up like an inflated balloon. Sun Fei had not held back at all; the Barbarian’s might made Gerger bleed from the corner of his mouth and pass out.

After doing all this, amidst the stunned expressions of those around, Sun Fei leisurely walked up to the red-robed old man Bazel, wiped his hands, looked down at him, and said with a smile: “I am the King. Does the King need to explain anything he does to you?”

Domineering!

Utterly and blatantly domineering.

No long-winded talk or reasoning—I just do what I want.

The gloomy-faced Bazel was almost driven mad with anger.

This was a scene he had never anticipated before coming here.

Although he had already heard about Alexander’s incredible performance in battle yesterday and knew about his ‘communication’ with the God of War and healing the wounded, he had mentally prepared himself somewhat for Alexander’s return to normal. In fact, he had followed them here after careful consideration. Even if his intelligence was normal now, he didn’t believe an eighteen-year-old kid could be a match for him.

If force didn’t work, then use guile.

Slowly reasoning with this little brat, playing tricks and schemes—that was his forte. Bazel was very confident he could ‘persuade’ Alexander. With a little manipulation to deceive the kid, Shampoo City would still be under his control in the future.

But—

Bazel had never dreamed that all his prior preparations would be useless. After regaining his intelligence, Alexander had become so overbearing.

In that instant, he felt a twinge of regret.

According to the spreading rumors in Shampoo City, Alexander had become normal again because he was hit by that arrow and fell from the wall, which jolted his brain—a blessing in disguise. What made Bazel somewhat speechless was that the person who had brought Alexander onto the city wall in the first place was himself. Originally intending to borrow the enemy’s hand to kill the foolish King, he had inadvertently created a new obstacle for himself.

However, the feeling of regret quickly passed, and Bazel adjusted his attitude.

Although his son’s swollen, pig-like face nearly drove him insane, Bazel endured it. His plan had reached this stage—he absolutely could not let it be disrupted now. More importantly, he saw Frank Lampard, Shampoo City’s number one expert, approaching from a distance.

“Your Majesty, I apologize for my earlier disrespectful behavior!”

Bazel quickly adjusted his mindset. He walked up to Sun Fei, performed a standard court bow to the King, and then said: “I was too worried about my son earlier, so I acted hastily. Please forgive me… But Gerger is now… well, unconscious. I’m afraid he won’t be able to participate in the upcoming battle. Could he perhaps be allowed to return home to recuperate?”

“Recuperate? Recuperate from what? Shampoo City is facing a great disaster. Every man, even if he’s about to die, must die on the city wall. Such a minor injury is nothing?”

Sun Fei gave Bazel no face at all.

He turned and ordered a soldier to fetch a large bucket of cold water and mercilessly pour it over Gerger. Instantly, the fat pig woke up as if stabbed eighteen times and began struggling and wailing desperately.