Chapter 276 A Battle That Can Only Be Won

Bai Nuo's eyes flickered slightly as she looked up at the three people and smiled gently: "Since one foreign mercenary isn't enough to betray him, why don't we just stuff him with some real enemy agents?"

An Yun and Liu Yanan looked at Bai Nuo in shock at the same time. Looking at the smiling, gentle-eyed girl, they suddenly felt... a little creeped out.

"Cousin, isn't this...isn't this a bit unethical!"

An Yun looked at Bai Nuo with conflicted eyes. He felt that those people did not have any intention of betraying or selling out their country; they simply wanted to have absolute power in their own country.

Hiring foreign mercenaries to do this is probably to prevent the matter from being exposed, so they can easily shift the blame later.

Du Wenge just didn't expect that the seemingly powerful mercenary from the Aimu Kingdom would be so useless, not even having a chance to send back any news. This allowed him and Fang Meng to take advantage of the time difference to dig out the matter. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to find evidence by the time Du Wenge realized it.

But An Yun never expected that his little cousin could be so cunning, directly planning to force a reason to kill the other party.

"Tch!" Bai Nuo rolled her eyes in disdain.

"What's the use of morality? They're planning to kill my whole family, and I'm still talking about morality with them? Am I out of my mind?"

An Yun's dawdling manner infuriated Bai Nuo so much that he couldn't even keep up his Northeastern accent and blurted out his native dialect.

“Old An, let me tell you, throw away your useless morals. What we need to do is send all those who try to persecute us to their deaths.”

At this point, morality and conscience are the most useless things. What we need to compete with them on is not just who acts faster, but also who is more ruthless and uses more vicious methods.

In this special period, the prevailing opinion is that the victor is king and the loser is villain. This is a rule left by our ancestors, not about who is kinder or more moral.

Fifth Brother An, we must ensure the survival of our entire family, so we must win this battle.

Cousin, our five families, including direct and collateral branches, number several hundred people. We can't afford to lose.

Bai Nuo's voice grew lower and lower, but it was deafening in An Yun's heart.

Inside a small guesthouse in Kaiyuan City, four young people were secretly making their own battle plans.

Unbeknownst to them, a fierce battle had just ended in a remote mountain forest on the border.

Blood mingled with the strong smell of gunpowder lingered in the deep mountains. A group of guards, dressed in combat uniforms and covered in grime, sat on the ground, panting heavily, their hands tightly gripping their weapons, not daring to loosen their grip even for a moment, even though the battle was over.

One of the officers, who looked to be around thirty years old, roughly wiped the blood from his face with his calloused hand, grinned, and looked at the middle-aged officer next to him.

"Bro, we wiped out another wave, and we survived again."