Chapter Eighty-Five: The Arrogance of the Jie Tribe (Part Two)

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“Boss!” Yuwen Sha slammed his palm onto the table.

Startled by the sudden outburst, the boss scurried over to him, scrambling and stumbling, clearly frightened. Though reluctant, he rubbed his hands nervously and forced a polite smile. “Lord Yuwen, what is it?”

Yuwen Sha pointed fiercely at the dishes on Ming Tian’s table and growled, “Bring me a set exactly like theirs.”

Upon hearing this, the boss’s face turned pale.

“Th-that, Lord Yuwen, those dishes were made by the guests over there using our kitchen. Our cooks can’t make them.”

After a long hesitation, the boss had no choice but to sell Ming Tian out.

Damn it, boss, that’s not very loyal… Oh wait, I guess I never really had a friendship with you to begin with…

“What did you say? You can’t make them?!” Yuwen Sha banged the table again.

The table, once sturdy, nearly flipped under his powerful slap.

Terrified, the boss bowed repeatedly, apologizing profusely.

“You worthless fool, get out!” Yuwen Sha paid no heed and slapped him once more. The boss flew backward in a spinning motion, luckily landing on the table, or else he might have dislocated his spine.

Having sent the boss flying, Yuwen Sha and his four companions rose in unison and approached Ming Tian’s table.

Facing the five menacing figures, Ming Tian remained calm and leisurely sipped his wine.

This fight was clearly unavoidable, but...

Why be afraid?

Yuwen Sha reached the table and immediately spotted the last Fu Lu Shou Cai shumai remaining.

That last piece was reserved by Ming Tian for Mo’er.

But Yuwen Sha didn’t hesitate; he grabbed it and popped it into his mouth.

The small shumai, about half the size of a bun, seemed tiny in his hand and was chewed and swallowed in just a few bites.

“This taste…”

One had to admit, Ming Tian’s cook had improved significantly after training in the imperial kitchen. Even someone like Yuwen Sha, who rarely showed any expression, couldn’t help but stiffen his face in surprise. Probably the best thing he’d ever eaten in his life.

“You brat,” Yuwen Sha pointed at Ming Tian’s nose, looking down arrogantly, “Now, go to the kitchen and make me all the dishes exactly as they are here. Especially the one I just ate. Today, I’m in a good mood—make thirty of those!”

It seemed he was truly hooked after just one bite.

Though usually a jokester, Ming Tian was no pushover.

This idiot, who does he think he is? Trying to push me around?

Setting down his wine cup, Ming Tian said coolly, “If you like it, eating one is fine—I can consider it making friends. But if you order me around like this, hmph...”

He picked up his chopsticks and slammed them onto the table with a sharp crack.

“Who do you think you are?”

“You…”

Yuwen Sha was momentarily stunned.

Though the Jie tribe was in decline, with Xiao Yaoguang’s protection in Yangzhou, who wasn’t afraid of them?

And now, this kid who wasn’t even as tall as his chest dared to resist him?

Yuwen Sha’s anger flared instantly.

“Oh? A Central Plains native dares to be arrogant with me? Do you even know who I am?”

Yuwen Sha’s roar went unanswered by Ming Tian.

Not because he was afraid, but because...

If a dog barks at you, do you bark back at the dog?

Nearby, one of the Jie tribe members scanned the table and noticed Yin Chan and Zhao Yu.

His eyes couldn’t tear away.

“Brother Yuwen, look! There are two beauties at this table.”

To the royal family and modern folks, Xiao Xin Zhu was beautiful, but to the Jie tribe and commoners, her looks were somewhat intimidating and thus often ignored.

But Yin Chan and Zhao Yu were different.

Hearing his companion’s words, Yuwen Sha glanced at the women and his anger was halved, a calculating smile spreading across his face.

“Oh? Didn’t expect such handsome women from the Central Plains.”

Just as he was about to give orders, another Jie tribesman’s eyes lit up.

From his angle, he spotted the small figure clinging to Ming Tian’s arm. Taking a closer look, he broke into a grin like a dog finding its buried bone.

“Brother Yuwen, isn’t this the last two-legged sheep we lost last night?”

At these words, Ming Tian felt Mo’er, who had been trembling beside him moments ago, stop moving. Looking down, he saw her face still swollen and red, now pale as death, filled with despair.

“Alright! You actually dared to steal my sheep?!”

Yuwen Sha flew into a rage, grabbing Mo’er by the collar and yanking her away from Ming Tian, raising his voice.

“No, no, please…” Mo’er sobbed in terror, completely different from her earlier joyful demeanor.

For her, being captured again by the Jie tribe was a return to hell.

“Take the women back for the brothers to enjoy. Kill all the men!”

With a command from Yuwen Sha, the four Jie tribesmen chuckled darkly and prepared to strike.

You think I’m weak? Think I won’t show my strength?

Bang! Ming Tian smashed his fist down, shattering the plates on the table.

His deep voice instantly overwhelmed the four Jie tribesmen’s aura.

“This is your last warning: put my people down and leave, or… die!”

Raising his head slightly, Ming Tian’s eyes changed, a deadly intent spreading like a chilling mist.

Zhao Yu, witnessing this, was stunned and finally understood what Yin Chan meant yesterday—it was no exaggeration.

At this crucial moment, this Commandant was more reliable than anyone.

Indeed, Yin Chan’s words were true, raising Zhao Yu’s impression of Ming Tian to a higher level.

And what was this aura? Did Commandants always have such a powerful presence?

After two months living in ancient times and two lifetimes of experience, Ming Tian had killed at least thirty people.

The recent intense battles and even Master Zhao Ke’s death became part of his training.

He was no longer the Zhuge Bu Liang who once wanted to commit suicide in Sumen Town.

Besides his wisdom, Ming Tian had become fiercer, more decisive in killing.

The killing intent shining through his eyes sent a chill even through Yuwen Sha, a seasoned killer.

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