Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1064 - 1062: Gratitude or Betrayal?

Lin Fan's mind was as clear as a mirror.

Mo Qian's plea for help at this moment was a choice made out of desperation.

If he hadn't taken a different path and handed the General Token to him,

he wouldn't have been able to keep the General Token and Mo Mo's life, and perhaps not even his own!

Therefore, Mo Qian could only gamble everything and hand over the General Token to him.

This was a high-stakes bet!

It wasn't a submission to or trust in Lin Fan! 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Win, and you live.

Lose, and you die!

When Mo Qian suddenly knelt before him, Lin Fan already knew!

However.

He chose not to expose the other party.

Instead, he accepted the General Token!

Or rather, he accepted the big burden handed to him!

Mo Qian was indeed a man, capable of yielding when necessary.

They say a man's knees are worth gold.

But for heaven and earth, for parents, for wife and children, for brothers,

kneeling does not lose a man's dignity.

Moreover,

being able to command an army of a million, why not?

In fact,

when he saw the remnants of the defeated army, he also felt compassion.

These are all someone's sons, someone's husbands, someone's fathers.

The death of one means the shattering of a family.

By accepting the General Token, he might be able to save one person, save a family!

What that power-seizing soldier said was not entirely without reason.

At this moment, Mo Qian was already blinded by anger, without any clear judgment and understanding, relying solely on blind passion, which could easily expose flaws and lead to defeat!

But power is a beast!

Even if it falls into the hands of that soldier, it would still devour him, not even spitting out bones.

The power-seizing soldier's eyes were blood red, his face ferocious, glaring viciously at Lin Fan.

Even if he was already isolated and helpless.

Even if he was facing the terrifying Lin Fan alone.

Even if his body was trembling uncontrollably.

He still stood firmly in place, gripping the military saber tightly.

Killing intent.

Strong killing intent.

Breathing.

Rapid breathing.

Deathly silence!

Not a sound was heard.

Lin Fan sighed deeply, feeling regret.

This power-seizing soldier indeed had courage and character beyond the ordinary.

But.

It's a pity.

Blinded by power, he lost his sanity.

Pity! Pity!

Lin Fan considered whether to show mercy.

But on second thought!

If he didn't kill to set an example, the General Token he held would be no more than a piece of scrap metal, entirely useless!

"Kill... kill... kill kill kill kill kill!"

Before Lin Fan could make a decision.

The soldier intent on seizing power had already chosen his path.

He was babbling incoherently, cheeks tensed, and lunged with bared teeth and claws.

Ant.

Poor ant!

Lin Fan didn't think much, raising his hand casually.

Boom!

Turned into void!

A breeze passed, like light smoke dispersing.

As if it had never existed.

Everyone, including Mo Qian and Mo Mo, was utterly shocked!

Stunned, terrified!

The power-seizing soldier hadn't even taken a second step, nor had he screamed out loud.

Vanished into thin air, no remains left.

Evidently, Lin Fan hadn't used his full strength against the ten or so soldiers earlier; otherwise, these ten people might have turned to ashes together.

Everyone was in shock, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

However.

Lin Fan's eyes were exceptionally calm, as serene as water.

"Mo Qian, the rest is up to you."

Mo Qian snapped back to reality, staring blankly at Lin Fan.

Unsure if he was stunned by Lin Fan's cultivation, or if he hadn't adjusted to his changed status.

Lin Fan sneered, shaking the General Token in his hand.

"Have you forgotten?"

"No, I don't dare!"

Mo Qian's eyes regained their focus, quickly bowing deeply.

"Count the numbers, report them all to me. As for those rebels... do as you see fit."

Lin Fan scanned the crowd, exuding authority.

Everyone who met Lin Fan's gaze felt a chill in their heart, shrinking their heads, avoiding his burning sight.

After giving the instructions.

Lin Fan walked towards Diwu Yun'er and Mo Ningxiang.

Diwu Yun'er glanced at the General Token, coolly saying, "You have the guts to take on this hot potato, that's quite daring!"

Lin Fan smiled slightly, hefting it, feeling its weight.

"It's not just a hot potato; it's also the life of this million-strong army."

Suddenly.

He felt an increased pressure on his shoulders, his expression becoming instantly grave.

"Lin Fan, I trust you." Mo Ningxiang tilted her head, smiling sweetly. "I believe you can lead the soldiers to conquer Wentian, to victory and return."

"I will. But even taking this token, I will never forget the Princess's safety."

As the three spoke.

Mo Qian and Mo Mo hurried over.

Kneeling on one knee, bowing their heads.

"General Lin Fan."

Mo Qian blurted out naturally, as if he was already accustomed to this title, without the slightest hesitation.

A stark contrast to the proud and arrogant Mo Qian of before.

Whether sincere or not, Lin Fan couldn't tell.

However, it didn't matter; Mo Qian couldn't harm him in the slightest.

But Mo Mo, whose emotions were clearly written on his face, was much more genuine than Mo Qian.

He stood straight in place, snorting, turning his head away.

Unlooking, unbowing, silent.

Lin Fan sneered, saying, "Mo Mo the General, truly ungrateful."

"You're spouting nonsense!"

Just one sentence.

Was enough to provoke him.

This guy is truly a powder keg, ready to explode at the slightest touch! Lin Fan thought.

"Isn't it true? Why else would I save the General's life, yet receive no thanks and have to endure this attitude. Isn't that ungrateful, what is it then?" Lin Fan teased with laughter.

Mo Mo's face turned purple like a pig's liver, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, left speechless.

After a moment.

He reluctantly spat out two words.

"Thank you!"

"Haha, that's rare. To hear ivory coming out of a dog's mouth, that's unusual!"

"You!"

Mo Mo's anger flared again, his eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out, glaring at Lin Fan.

"Mo Mo! Behave yourself!"

"Brother!"

"Treat a General with the proper etiquette, kneel!"

Mo Mo looked displeased, but eventually followed Mo Qian's advice, kneeling on one knee before Lin Fan.

Yet his face remained stubbornly defiant.

If choosing a friend, Lin Fan would certainly choose Mo Mo over Mo Qian.

Mo Qian's thoughts were too deep, unfathomable!

Even he couldn't see through him.

Whether it was repaying a kindness or burning bridges after crossing,

was still unknown.

No matter which, Lin Fan wouldn't be surprised.

Because Mo Qian could do either!

Being straightforward isn't necessarily bad.

Being able to bend and stretch isn't necessarily a good term either.

"What's the casualty status?"

Lin Fan put aside his thoughts and inquired.

"One hundred and fifty thousand wounded, two hundred thousand dead, thirty thousand deserters and rebels, leaving sixty-two thousand."

Out of a million-strong army, after just one battle, nearly half the numbers were lost.

They hadn't even managed to take a single outpost!

In Wentian City, who knows how many Shennong Clan soldiers were still watching them with covetous eyes.

This battle may be fraught with danger.

Lin Fan pondered for a moment, his brows furrowed.

"Enough! Gather the troops, and prepare to take the outpost tomorrow!"