Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Chapter 446 Young Master Bai
Both Zhang Haike and Wu Xie wore identical expressions of surprise.

Wu Xie's mind was buzzing and in complete chaos. He could no longer tell whether this person was Qi Yu, who was crawling all over the ground in the video, or a replacement who had reappeared after Qi Yu disappeared.

Zhang Wuxun looked them over and said, “I know very well that I am not Wu Xie, but I don’t know which one of you is the real one.”

"Why don't you each find your own way to prove it? That way I won't have to resort to any extreme measures. Today the sky is clear and the air is fresh; bloodshed is an ominous sign," Zhang Wuxun said in a negotiable tone.

Zhang Haike's expression changed several times before he spoke first, "I just came from the snow mountain today, and the Grand Lama and the others can testify to that."

Zhang Wuxun nodded thoughtfully, then turned to Wu Xie, "Your turn."

Wu Xie felt a wave of dizziness. Damn it, his premonition had come true. Besides genetic testing, how could he prove that he was the real Wu Xie?

After struggling for a while, he finally managed to say, "I've never been to a snow-capped mountain before; this is my first time in Motuo."

Zhang Wuxun shook his head. "I've heard dozens, if not hundreds, of such answers in the past few days. However, they have more flaws than you two. Think about it again. I can give you another chance."

Wu Xie was sweating profusely with anxiety, and he cursed at Zhang Haike, "You son of a bitch, who the hell are you? Tell me honestly, or we're both done for!"

Zhang Haike, seemingly unfazed, looked at Wu Xie with disdain and said, "I am Wu Xie. As for you, who knows where you came from? I came from the snow mountain according to the agreement made ten years ago. By the way, how did you get here?"

Wu Xie glanced at Zhang Wuxun, not daring to admit that he had been set up, and said irritably, "It's none of your business."

Zhang Wuxun smiled and said, "I've planted hooks in many places related to the Warring States Silk Manuscript, and you're not the only 'Wu Xie' I've attracted. But it's just as well, since everyone's gathered here today, let's all meet up."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted the door twice. The door was pushed open again, and a large group of people stood in the doorway. However, it was obvious from their clothes that they were two groups.

The sunlight was a bit dazzling, and Wu Xie squinted to look over. He immediately recognized the slightly older middle-aged man who led the way as one of the overseas Zhang family members he had previously investigated. His name was Zhang Longban, and he was closely followed by a girl named Zhang Haixing. He couldn't see or remember the others.

After all the members of the Zhang family had entered, a group of people dressed in Tibetan robes slowly walked in and bowed in the direction of Zhang Wuxun and Dan.

Seeing the posture of these two groups, Wu Xie thought to himself, "Damn it!" So these two groups had been secretly cooperating behind his back all along, and the tense atmosphere before was just an act for him.

Everyone stood there in unison, exuding a powerful and oppressive aura. The once spacious room suddenly felt cramped, and even the air seemed to slow down.

Zhang Wuxun smiled faintly at Zhang Longban, placed a bowl of butter tea in his hand, and gently tapped it against Zhang Longban's hand with his own small bowl, as if toasting. "I'm not good at judging people, so I'll have to trouble Mr. Zhang to help me out."

Zhang Long accepted the compliment. Zhang Wuxun's actions and boldness in recent days gave him a long-lost feeling of meeting a worthy opponent. In his view, the Khampa people were equivalent to Zhang's maternal relatives who were not related by blood. Therefore, he appreciated this humble and unassuming junior.

He praised, "To be able to gather so many 'Wu Xie's' here at once, Clan Chief Bai must have extraordinary abilities."

He then looked at Wu Xie and his companion, his words carrying a warning, "You two don't need to have any ulterior motives. With your skills, there's absolutely no way you can leave this room. Just wait patiently for our inspection, and you'll avoid any physical harm."

Looking at the group of people who clearly had ill intentions, Zhang Haike asked, "And who are you, and why are you working with the Khampa people to set up such a trap for us?"

Zhang Long said, "Until I'm sure you're reliable, I won't reveal any information, just like you."

“You seem to know me quite well,” Zhang Haike chuckled, then changed the subject, “However, you’re all a bit too confident in yourselves.”

Suddenly, he sprang up from the ground and moved behind Wu Xie in the blink of an eye, grabbing him and pulling him up. He held Wu Xie's neck with one hand and used his other arm to drag him backward.

Zhang Haike stared intently at Zhang Longban and the others, coldly threatening, "Make way for me, or I'll snap his neck, and you won't achieve your goal. At worst, we'll all perish together."

Wu Xie was absolutely furious. The leather strap binding his hands behind his back was about to be cut, but who would have thought that this fake Wu Xie would suddenly pull this stunt? Damn it, this bastard is trying to drag him down with him and drown him!

"The fish will die and the net will break?" Zhang Longban looked at them as if he had heard a funny joke, and made way for them. "The fish may die, but the net may not necessarily break."

As soon as he finished speaking, a transparent glass ball with swirling patterns suddenly flew out of the gap, heading straight for Wu Xie and his companion like a bullet.

In a flash, Wu Xie saw that the person behind the gap was Zhang Haixing, who was known for her fierce cursing. She was holding something in her hand, and Wu Xie realized that it was the slingshot he had made.

Almost the instant he saw it clearly, he heard the sound of something cutting through the air. Zhang Haike, who was stuck behind Wu Xie, was jolted and fell to the ground, clutching his face in pain and curling up.

Wu Xie froze for a moment, then turned to see Zhang Haixing raising her slingshot and aiming it at him again. He immediately shouted anxiously, "Stop! I'm being good—"

Before she could finish speaking, she flicked her slingshot, sending the glass ball hurtling through the air. Just as it was about to hit Wu Xie's cheek, it collided with a fist-sized white object, producing a crisp shattering sound.

The expected pain did not occur; instead, I was splashed with salty milk tea.

Wu Xie belatedly exclaimed "Ah!" and subconsciously licked the butter tea that had splashed onto the corner of his mouth. He looked at the few small pieces of porcelain that had broken at his feet; it was these things that had just saved him.

All eyes immediately focused on Zhang Wuxun, who was slowly wiping his hands with a handkerchief.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Zhang Wuxun gave a perfunctory explanation, "It slipped. I got used to hitting dirty things before, and when I saw something flying in mid-air, I just wanted to hit it."

For some reason, Zhang Haixing was unusually angry, and she raised her slingshot and fired a shot at Zhang Wuxun.

The glass ball flew towards her at high speed, but Dan caught it in mid-air with a flick of his hand, shattered it with his internal force, and threw it at her feet.

Dan stared at Zhang Haixing with a hostile gaze and said coldly, "If you want to fight our young clan leader, you'll have to get past me first." The anger on Zhang Haixing's face instantly froze. She gritted her teeth, her muscles tensed, and she took a step back with apprehension. She knew very well that she couldn't beat Dan, let alone the strange-looking Bai Ci.

Seeing the two sides on the verge of conflict, Wu Xie sped up the process of sharpening the belt with a small blade while secretly praying that they would break off their relationship and eventually fight.

However, things didn't go as planned. Zhang Longban only frowned at the current situation and didn't pay much attention to the petty squabbles between the younger generation.

He then waved behind him and called out a name, "Haiyuan".

A baby-faced member of the Zhang family stepped forward and used self-locking straps to securely bind Zhang Haike and Wu Xie, then added another layer of iron handcuffs on top, and removed the short knife hidden on Zhang Haike's body and the small razor blade between Wu Xie's fingers.

Wu Xie: "..." He gritted his teeth in resentment, thinking how close he was to it!
Zhang Wuxun patted Dan's shoulder reassuringly, then raised an eyebrow at Zhang Longban, "Your daughter has such a terrible temper. No wonder she's still single at her age and doesn't even have a companion."

"You—" Zhang Haixing's eyes blazed with fury, wishing she could tear his mouth apart, but she remained wary and dared not make a move again.

Zhang Wuxun tolerated her offense once only because of the Zhang family's reputation. If it happened again, he wouldn't let her off so easily.

Zhang Haiyuan showed the confiscated weapons to Zhang Longban.

Upon seeing the pathetic little razor blade, Zhang Haixing snorted coldly, turned to look at Wu Xie with the eyes of someone looking at trash, and said, "Second Uncle, this guy almost wet his pants when he was scared, I guess he's probably serious."

Zhang Long shook his head slightly. "Not necessarily. The Wu family tradition is to play dumb to fool others. They all seem to get along well with everyone, but no one can guess what they're really thinking."

Wu Xie thought to himself, "It's kind of you to think so highly of me, sir." So he said, "I really am Wu Xie. I don't know what kind of people my ancestors were, but I am indeed a good-for-nothing. I don't know why Mr. Zhang Longban and Clan Chief Bai... orchestrated my arrival here."

Hearing Wu Xie call out his name, Zhang Longban showed a surprised expression and glanced at Zhang Wuxun.

Zhang Wuxun shrugged, indicating that he hadn't told them.

Zhang Long understood; the kid must have figured it out himself. It seemed that Wu Xie wasn't so incompetent after all.

Seeing the subtle exchange between the two, Wu Xie felt much more at ease. It seemed that these people were not like Zhang Qiling, who never showed any emotion. The Zhang family members were not all blockheads or heartless.

Oh, right, there is one who is very emotional, but unfortunately we don't know where he is now. Thinking of the missing wooden fish, Wu Xie's mood became low again.

After a long silence, Lama Deren finally spoke, "Gentlemen, what exactly are you doing?"

Deren looked directly at Zhang Wuxun, showing no displeasure, but his meaning was clear: this was not what had been agreed upon earlier.

Zhang Wuxun flicked the tip of his nose with his right hand, gave a mischievous smile, and deftly shifted the blame to Zhang Longban, "Well, plans can't keep up with changes. Mr. Zhang knows much more than I do, so let him explain to you, Master."

Zhang Long nodded in agreement, gave the other members of the Zhang family a wink, and they filed out of the room. Zhang Haiyuan and Dan each grabbed one of them and walked at the very back.

Wu Xie turned around and saw that Zhang Longban had already sat down opposite Deren Lama, and the door was closed at the right time.

Soon, the two groups of people led Wu Xie and his companion to a place far away from the lamas. This place was more remote than the back mountain and was the area where the Zhang family had been active during this period. As soon as Zhang Wuxun raised his hand, someone came forward and covered the two people's eyes with black cloth.

Wu Xie could only tell from his senses that they had walked straight ahead for a long time. Then he heard the sound of chains being dragged. It seemed that the people had opened a basement door, and he felt a warm breeze blowing towards him.

With his hands tightly bound behind his back, he couldn't reach the wire attached to his pants, so he couldn't unlock the handcuffs. He had no choice but to follow them step by step down the stairs, feeling his way down.

Wu Xie didn't know what methods they would use to verify the authenticity of himself and the other "Wu Xie". Surely it wouldn't be a blood test?
Could these heartless bastards have already kidnapped their own father and brought him here, tied up in the basement they're heading to?
Or perhaps it's some kind of knowledge challenge? Like making a TV show, they would interview and collect a lot of strange and unusual questions from friends and family beforehand, and then set up an intelligence quiz arena in a room that resembles a prison, where he and the fake Wu Xie would compete to answer questions. A correct answer would earn a point, and a wrong answer would result in the chopping off of a hair.

The first question might be really difficult, like when was the last time you wet the bed?
Holy crap! Damn it, who knows when he last wet the bed as a kid? Who the hell would bother to remember that?

The more Wu Xie thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He paused for a moment, and as a result, he couldn't keep up with the pace of the person escorting him. He stumbled and almost fell flat on his face, but a strong hand grabbed him by the back of his neck and lifted him up like a chick.

Wu Xie felt a force he couldn't resist, and his heart sank. He decided to give up; his fear was gone.

Moreover, he always had a feeling that these people wouldn't hurt him, but he might suffer a lot.

Before he knew it, he had turned several corners, and suddenly Wu Xie's feet touched flat ground, and he stopped.

Everyone was quietly preparing something. Wu Xie smelled a strong stench of blood, as well as a strange smell that he recognized but couldn't quite place.

“Where is this place?” he asked.

No one answered his question. Wu Xie only felt that many people were walking around him. Their footsteps were as light as their breathing, almost inaudible.

He was then forced to sit on a cold iron chair. Someone unlocked his handcuffs, but then tightly bound his limbs to an execution chair similar to the torture chair used to torture members of an organization during espionage.

Wu Xie cursed inwardly, "Damn it, are these bastards going to use electric shocks on me?!"
That bastard! The key point is that there's absolutely no question of whether he can handle it or not.

Because he himself is Wu Xie, damn it!

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