C209

Chapter 209 - Kitchen Room

Just because of this fragrance, Ling Xiao wondered if he should let go of the chef. Towards all aspects of talent, Ling Xiao cherished them greatly, if he really had some skills, it would be a pity to die with the Soldiers.

While Ling Xiao was pondering, the Soldiers s who were prepared to change their positions had already lined up and left, heading towards the main entrance of the camp.

Seeing this scene, Ling Xiao thought for a while, and decided to kill them all after they left the camp.

Actually, with Ling Xiao's strength, he didn't even need to hide or hide. His chances of winning in a direct confrontation would be absolute, but this way, the few people locked in the dungeon would be in danger.

Thus, in order to not alert the enemy, Ling Xiao decided to keep a low profile.

The distance from the camp to the first group of sentries was still quite a distance, about a mile or so. Perhaps it wasn't very far on the flat land, but since they were on the mountain, it would take a long time for them to get there on foot.

And during this period of time, it also gave Ling Xiao an ample opportunity to kill.

Activating lightness exercise, Ling Xiao stepped on a few bough and giant rocks, easily approaching them, then activated his inner force, adding the help of microstep, Ling Xiao became like a ghost, transforming into countless of afterimages, bringing with him a sharp killing intent as he charged into the crowd.

Once Ling Xiao made a move, he would naturally have to kill everyone before stopping. Moreover, Ling Xiao would only kill them in one strike, so that no future troubles would be left.

In just the time it took Ling Xiao to drink a cup of tea, they had all been annihilated without any hint of movement. This meant that the encampment on the mountain top had no idea that the three squads they had just left with had already been completely annihilated.

"Ninety-six people. Two hundred and four remaining." Ling Xiao calculated for a bit before considering his next move.

He already knew that the people in the camp were having their meal, so Ling Xiao planned to take this opportunity to do something.

He returned to his original position and observed the situation of the enemies. He realized that most of them had already gone to eat. There were only four watchtowers left. One up and one down, a total of twenty-four people.

It had already decreased a little, so it was about time for another shift.

Since you've broken off your relationship with the large group, you can only blame your bad luck!

"But you shouldn't worry too much, because before long, the others will be buried with you." Ling Xiao licked his lips and laughed.

The lightness exercise was activated, and in Ling Xiao's hand, he held the newly broken Withering bough. Like a ghost, it soundlessly appeared on the observation stage.

All twenty-four of them had been killed just like that.

"There are one hundred and eighty people remaining. At the moment, there are only one hundred people visible. The rest should be resting in the tents." Ling Xiao looked at the enemies eating together, and calculated once more.

But Ling Xiao did not directly take action, and instead chose to stealthily sneak into the kitchen.

At this moment, in the kitchen.

A fat man with a head full of sweat was struggling to turn the big iron pot. However, from his movements, one could tell that this big iron pot was not difficult for him. It was very agile and could cause him to sweat profusely due to the stuffy atmosphere in the kitchen.

"Not bad. You've cooked so many delicacies by yourself. The quantity is so great, yet the taste doesn't have any difference." Ling Xiao suddenly said.

Hearing this, the fatty was startled. His hand trembled, and he saw that the big pot was about to fall to the ground.

Seeing that, Ling Xiao casually raised it up and down on the ground, and a small stone flew out and smashed into the big pot, following that, he saw that the big pot was stable, and very accurately returned to the stove.

The fatty was so scared that he covered his mouth because, in his opinion, the end result of the dishes in the big pot must have been spilled on the floor. However, he didn't expect to be saved by someone.

Turning around, he looked at the smiling Ling Xiao. The fatty was about to scream, but was forced to stop himself, because the bough in Ling Xiao's hand was pressing down on his throat.

"If you want to live, then shut up. Be more honest." Ling Xiao said indifferently.

Fatty raised both his hands and nodded. His eyes were sparkling. It seemed as if tears were already flowing down his cheeks.

"B-Great Chivalry, I am just a kitchen man, and I was kidnapped. I had no intention of helping the people of Chu!" The fat guy started to cry.

Hearing this, Ling Xiao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, becoming interested, "Oh? You said that you were forcefully kidnapped? "

When the fatty heard that Ling Xiao was paying attention to him, he nodded his head and said: "Yes, yes, I was originally a Qi Dan person, so I opened a restaurant in Imperial City. But I didn't expect that the moment I woke up, Imperial City was beaten down by someone from Chu.

Hearing that, Ling Xiao retracted his bough and could not help but laugh: "Then your luck is unlucky. There were so many cooks in the entire city, and yet you were the one who was kidnapped."

The fatty sighed with a helpless look on his face.

Ling Xiao had also known a lot of people who worked in Qi Dan. Naturally, he could tell that the chef had the style of Qi Dan with a glance, and looking at the fatty's sincere expression, he would definitely not be lying.

"Do you want to leave this place?" Ling Xiao asked.

When the fatty heard this, he immediately nodded like he was pounding garlic. "Yes, yes, yes. I was even thinking about it when I went to sleep and cook. I was about to cry. I wonder how my seventy year old grandpa is doing."

"Fine, today you met me, consider yourself lucky, I'll give you a chance to leave." Ling Xiao smiled.

"Really? Thank you very much, I dare you to honor my name! " The fat guy said with a bit of excitement.

"I am Ling Xiao, gang leader, you can call me Sect Master Ling." Ling Xiao said.

Thank you, Sect Master Ling, for saving me. Can I help? the fat man asked.

Ling Xiao glanced at the soup that was currently being boiled in the steel bucket and said: "Of course there is. Without your help, leaving this place will be a little troublesome."

"Please enlighten me, Sect Master Ling." Fatty's expression was somewhat nervous, because he knew that once he failed, the result would be extremely miserable.

Ling Xiao pointed to the iron barrel and said: "You should have some beans here, pour as much as you can."

Hearing this, Fatty's expression immediately changed and his legs went weak, almost falling to the ground.

"Sect Master Ling, are you joking? This... If I get caught off guard, I'm going to die here. " Fatty said with a crying voice.

Just then, a shout came from outside the kitchen, "Damn fatty, is the soup not ready yet? What are you doing? You're almost choking me! "