Who could have such great influence to make someone like Joseph willingly make such a tremendous sacrifice?
On the other hand, Lin Beichen was fiercely battling a National Martial Arts master and a Muay Thai expert.
He skillfully blocked the National Martial Arts master's attacks, preparing to seize the opportunity to capture him, but the timely interference of the Muay Thai expert disrupted his plan.
Although Lin Beichen was full of confidence in his own strength, believing that if he fought alone, he could defeat the National Martial Arts master within ten moves and the Muay Thai expert within twenty, the tacit cooperation of the twin brothers put him in a tough fight.
A trace of determination flashed in Lin Beichen's eyes as he took a deep breath, seemingly gathering strength.
The National Martial Arts master noticed and felt a pang in his heart, knowing well the power of Daoist Art, he hurriedly signaled the Muay Thai expert with a glance and initiated the attack.
However, Lin Beichen appeared like a god of war descending, his eyes flashing with golden light, revealing fearless fighting intent.
He punched out, unstoppable like a thunderclap, as if saying: Either you fall, or I perish!
The National Martial Arts master secretly regretted, previously holding back due to concern for Lin Beichen's injuries, now realizing it was a mistake.
At this moment, Lin Beichen, like a war god, his eyes shimmering gold, radiated a chilling murderous aura, he roared: "You don't even dare to kill, holding back in a fight, how dare you challenge me!"
The National Martial Arts master had no choice but to brace himself for the challenge, while hoping the Muay Thai expert could assist.
However, under Lin Beichen's fierce assault, the National Martial Arts master soon coughed up blood and retreated, losing his combat capability.
Although the Muay Thai expert successfully brought Lin Beichen to the ground, he couldn't completely subdue him.
Just as the Muay Thai expert slightly relaxed, planning to take down Lin Beichen in one go, Lin Beichen showed a strange smile.
The Muay Thai expert's heart tightened, sensing something amiss, yet couldn't fathom Lin Beichen's next move.
At this moment, the National Martial Arts master urgently shouted: "Brother, watch your back!"
Before the words even finished, the Muay Thai expert felt a heavy blow to his head and immediately fell unconscious.
It turned out Xia Luyao had somehow awoken, standing by with a broken stick in hand.
She looked disapprovingly at Lin Beichen, still on the ground: "How long are you going to embrace this man?"
Gasping for breath, Lin Beichen replied: "Don't you know I suffer from lack of oxygen after being put in a lock move?" Hearing this, Xia Luyao let it go.
She walked over to the powerless National Martial Arts master, squatted down with a kind smile: "Were you two the ones ambushing me?"
At this time, Talismans in the sky emitted a green light, healing Lin Beichen and the National Martial Arts master's injuries.
With Xia Luyao's support, Lin Beichen laboriously got up and sat down beside the National Martial Arts master: "Really, thanks to my little disciple."
Xia Luyao fumed inwardly, thinking: What's this nonsense, calling me little disciple in front of outsiders.
But Lin Beichen didn't care about Xia Luyao's thoughts, he looked at the National Martial Arts master and asked: "Why on earth are you intercepting us?" "We're just mercenaries, we don't know much."
The National Martial Arts master looked helpless, "We're just doing a job for money."
Lin Beichen thought it made sense. "If that's the case, does the trench not know about the two of you?" Lin Beichen continued to ask.
After a brief hesitation, the National Martial Arts master seemed to make a firm decision: "I can tell you, but you must spare me and my brother's lives."
Lin Beichen showed surprise, having just learned who was the elder brother, who was the younger.
Since he never intended to kill them, he agreed without a second thought: "Of course."
Subsequently, the National Martial Arts master revealed that the operation was commanded by someone named Joseph, they were unaware of Joseph's specific tasks, merely following his instructions.
He also mentioned that Joseph specifically instructed them not to show murderous intent during the operation, only to tie people up.
This information made Lin Beichen start pondering Joseph's motives and why he himself became a target.
In his heart, he'd already calculated, since Joseph hadn't known about Chinese Daoist Art before, the issue might lie in him knowing Daoist Art.
However, he didn't disclose these thoughts to the National Martial Arts master, as they were still opposing camps.
Finally, Lin Beichen inquired how to leave, as they needed to find a way out being lost.
Lie Huo gently patted Flying Eagle's shoulder, as Flying Eagle turned his head, he exchanged a look, signaling Flying Eagle to step aside and let him handle the upcoming matters.
Despite Flying Eagle's confusion regarding Lie Huo's intension, out of deep trust in his partner, he unhesitatingly stepped aside.
"Joseph, for whom are you working so diligently, playing the role of a lackey?"
Lie Huo suddenly spoke, his voice revealing coldness and disdain.
The crowd looked at Lie Huo in shock, unable to understand his words.
Who is the lackey? Why say that?
Upon hearing Lie Huo's mockery, Joseph's face turned instantly grim.
But he quickly regained composure, as if not being overly affected.
Seeing Joseph swiftly calm down and not retorting, Lie Huo continued: "What's wrong? Have you become so accustomed to playing the lackey that you lack even the courage to refute?"
However, Joseph disregarded Lie Huo's provocation.
He calmly replied: "Using such words to anger me is meaningless."
Lie Huo was silent for a moment, he wasn't merely trying to provoke Joseph but genuinely felt puzzled and angry.
A person hiding behind the scenes, manipulating everything, fighting desperately for some unspeakable purpose, even at the risk of being on Xia Country's wanted list.
Such behavior, to Lie Huo, seemed undoubtedly mad and foolish.
Joseph slowly took out a detonator from his pocket, allowing everyone to clearly see.
He toyed with the detonator in his hand, a eerie smile appearing on his face.
"In fact, up to now, you've already lost." Joseph shook his head, a hint of regret flashing across his face, "The special forces of the Xia Country fought valiantly, but faced a desperate situation with no hope of turning the tables."
His words revealed an admiration for the Xia Country's special forces, but more so, a victor's mockery and pronouncement.
As if he had everything under control, while others could only surrender.
After hearing Joseph's plan, Flying Eagle and others exchanged glances, feeling a wave of inexplicable fear.
Because they knew the plan had reached its final step, leaving no room for error—this was the moment of truth revealed.
Joseph looked at the heavy faces of the people opposite him, feeling his inward frustration gradually dissipate.
He turned his back to them, as if he no longer deemed them a threat.
But at that moment, Lin Beichen and Xia Luyao emerged from the woods.
Their faces were grim and serious, clearly aware of Joseph's conspiracy.
"Have you finally revealed your true intentions?" Lin Beichen coldly watched Joseph's figure asking.
His voice carried endless chill and murderous intent.
Joseph turned to face Lin Beichen and Xia Luyao, his face breaking into an exaggerated and twisted smile: "Reveal true intentions? No, no
No, my friends, you are the ones in desperation, not me."
He spread his arms as if to embrace the whole world, "Welcome to my meticulously arranged death trap!"
As the words fell, a dead silence enveloped the entire jungle, only Joseph's maniacal yet twisted laughter echoed.
Xia Luyao was about to retort but was glared back by Joseph, "This beautiful lady, I advise you not to make any rash moves."
He wore a secretive and creepy smile, slowly approaching Xia Luyao, covering her mouth with his hand, "Otherwise… hehe..."
Unexpectedly, Xia Luyao didn't resist but instead looked at Joseph's approaching face with a look of horror, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.