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Chapter 370 - 367: Really Angry

Time flew by, and before I knew it, half a month had passed.

"Why hasn't there been a reply?" Cao Buwei, with a deep frown, had an extremely ugly expression.

"Could it be that the Lord of the City didn't see the complaint letter?" Ding Dalin hesitantly spoke.

"What you mean to say is... someone intercepted my letter?" Cao Buwei said.

"We cannot rule out that possibility." After saying this, Ding Dalin added another sentence, "Of course, there's another possibility..."

"Speak."

"The Lord of the City has already seen the complaint letter, but he hasn't paid any attention to it, or perhaps he is deliberately favoring Gao Fei..."

"..."

"My Lord, why don't you... write another letter... to urge him?"

"If the Lord of the City doesn't want to handle it, even a hundred letters would be useless," Cao Buwei replied with a sullen expression.

"Then what do we do? Just let Gao Fei go?" Ding Dalin became anxious, "The matter of Gao Fei confronting you in public has already spread. If you don't deal with Gao Fei quickly, your prestige will be impacted... By then, who knows what kind of idle talk will spread."

"Damn Gao Fei," Cao Buwei cursed bitterly, "Coming across him is like having eight lifetimes of bad luck." He was also anxious in his heart, wanting to deal with Gao Fei as quickly as possible, but with the protection of the City Lord, he didn't dare to overdo it, fearing that he would anger the City Lord and bring disaster upon himself.

Ding Dalin pondered for a moment, then said, "My Lord, I have thought of a way that might be able to punish Gao Fei."

"Speak quickly," Cao Buwei urged eagerly.

Ding Dalin leaned over and whispered a few words into Cao Buwei's ear.

"You're quite sinister, aren't you?" Cao Buwei laughed, "To think you could come up with such a dirty trick."

"What does my Lord think of my idea?"

"Good! Very good! Let's do as you've suggested!"

"Shall I go and make arrangements then?"

"Go, do it with full force, if anything happens, I'll have your back."

"Alright, I'm off," Ding Dalin responded, then hurriedly left.

...

In the afternoon.

A military order was delivered into the hands of Gao Fei.

"Send me to suppress bandits?" After reading the contents of the military order, Gao Fei's face immediately darkened.

"Where are they sending you to suppress bandits?" Chen San asked.

"Take a look for yourself." Gao Fei passed the military order to Chen San.

Chen San looked down, "The Hilly Grasslands? Are they kidding!

The Hilly Grasslands are tens of thousands of miles away from here, the climate is harsh, with daytime temperatures so high they're frightening, and at night, temperatures plummet, freezing people to death..." Chen San looked up, his face full of anger, "There are heavy troops stationed in the Hilly Grasslands, why are they sending us there to suppress bandits?"

"Haven't you figured it out yet?" Gao Fei scoffed, "This is Cao Buwei's trick! By transferring us to the Hilly Grasslands to suppress bandits, he intends to send us to our deaths."

"Too vicious, too cunning, too inhuman," Chen San cursed, "My Lord, we cannot go, we absolutely cannot! When I was in Chaotic Wind City, I heard that the plagues of bandits on the Hilly Grasslands are extremely severe. Despite hundreds of years of official military campaigns, they have not been able to eradicate the bandits..."

"Of course, we cannot go," Gao Fei nodded, "I'm not a fool. I definitely won't go to meet my death. Chen San, help me reply to Cao Buwei's letter, tell him I'm sick, yes, sick with a serious illness, so I cannot lead troops to suppress bandits."

"Fake an illness?" Chen San was taken aback, "Considering Cao Buwei's character, he will surely send someone to check..."

"No matter, I know some secret techniques that can make me appear gravely ill, in a way that others absolutely cannot detect any flaws," said Gao Fei.

"Alright, I'll go reply to the letter immediately," Chen San strode away.

...

In the spacious and bright hall,

Cao Buwei lay on a soft couch, squinting his eyes, a look of enjoyment on his face.

Two maids knelt on the ground, gently massaging Cao Buwei's legs.

"Mmm, put a bit more strength into it."

"Yes, just like that."

"Comfortable."

Cao Buwei stretched out his hand and began to grope the maids, who tightly pursed their lips, daring neither to dodge nor to speak.

"Sir!" Ding Dalin rushed in anxiously.

Cao Buwei opened his eyes and glanced at Ding Dalin, "What is it?"

"Gao Fei has replied."

"Oh? What did he say?"

"Gao Fei says he's sick, severely ill, and can't lead the troops to the grasslands to suppress the bandits."

"Nonsense!" Cao Buwei suddenly sat up, "Why fall sick now and not earlier or later? It's obviously feigned!" Saying this, Cao Buwei gestured for the maids to leave, "You two may go."

The two maids stood up and left the room with lowered heads.

"Come, let's go see Gao Fei. I want to expose him face to face," Cao Buwei said, fuming as he walked outside.

"Sir, please wait." Ding Dalin caught up, "Gao Fei is no fool. He must have made ample preparations. Even if sir goes, you might not be able to do anything to him."

Cao Buwei stopped and asked with a face full of anger, "Then what do you propose we do? Just let Gao Fei off like this?" He harbored deep-seated hatred for Gao Fei and wouldn't rest until he was dead.

"Sir could issue another order. If Gao Fei does not go to the grasslands within three days to suppress the bandits, strip him of his position and have someone else lead the troops," suggested Ding Dalin.

"Strip him of his position?" Cao Buwei was taken aback, "Gao Fei was personally appointed by the lord of the city. If I rashly remove him, it will be difficult to explain to the lord of the city."

"Gao Fei is defying orders, using illness as an excuse not to fight the bandits, which violates military discipline. Sir has the authority to remove him," Ding Dalin said, "And even if the lord of the city comes to know of this, he won't be able to speak up for Gao Fei."

Cao Buwei fell silent.

"Sir!" a soldier ran in, "A directive has arrived from the higher-ups."

"A directive?" Cao Buwei was startled, "What directive? Show it to me at once!"

The soldier quickly stepped forward and handed a piece of paper to Cao Buwei.

"This is Wan Fuchang's handwriting..." Cao Buwei's complexion changed, "Wan Fuchang intends to personally head to the grasslands..."

"What?" Ding Dalin was shocked, "Wan Fuchang is going to the grasslands? What for?" As soon as he asked this question, Ding Dalin wanted to slap himself. It was a childish question; Wan Fuchang was obviously going there to suppress the bandits.

"Recently, the bandits of the grasslands have been rampant, committing arson, murder, robbery—nothing too wicked for them, bringing great suffering to the people. Wan Fuchang is furious and has decided to go to the grasslands himself to suppress them," said Cao Buwei.

"So this directive is..." asked Ding Dalin hesitantly.

"To commandeer half of my troops to go to the grasslands to suppress the bandits."

"Half the troops?"

"Not just from here, but all army camps have to commandeer half their men. This time, Wan Fuchang is truly enraged."