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Chapter 277 Only those with real strength can be called neutral.

"Chairman, just as expected, the people in the urban village are holding back." Cao Biansheng quickly stepped forward and reported to Qin Ziwen.

Qin Ziwen's gaze fell on the dilapidated building in the distance, and he nodded slightly: "They have ballistae, don't let your guard down."

In the sky, the harpy eagle spread its broad wings and silently circled above the urban village. Its eyes were like radar, and it would issue a warning as soon as the urban village showed any signs of bringing out ballistae.

Deng Guang squinted at the cluster of low, dense buildings: "It seems they don't intend to come out and fight."

Yuan Dajun grinned: "It's all thanks to the chairman's brilliant move. The other side is indeed not of one mind."

After the Lost Home arrived at the beach, Cao Biansheng originally suggested that they directly bombard the village in the city, suppress it with firepower first, and then rush over to eliminate this part of the enemy.

But Qin Ziwen ordered them to attack the building directly.

It seems that the people in the urban village have no intention of taking action.

They simply remained silent, neither taking action nor surrendering.

It looks rather eerie.

Qin Ziwen knew very well that these vehicle-mounted crossbows, though impressive, were far from enough to destroy a modern reinforced concrete building.

If a dozen ballistae could destroy it, then every single contractor would be in jail.

This is also why Qin Ziwen is reluctant to engage in close combat.

The opposing side, relying on the terrain, can easily escalate into street fighting or building-tower fighting.

As is well known, even in the modern environment, urban warfare remains one of the most complex, bloodiest, and deadliest forms of combat.

Even though they have certain advantages in equipment and troop quality, the other side is more familiar with the terrain.

In a direct assault mode, even if you win, the casualties will definitely be high.

In Qin Ziwen's eyes, every able-bodied man in his community was a precious human resource, and it would be uneconomical to consume a large number of them.

What he truly wanted was never a direct assault.

Rather, it is division, disintegration, and prying open the other side from within.

Let the people on the other side deal with the people on the other side.

"I want to know what the people in the urban village are thinking now. Is there anyone willing to act as an envoy and ask them what they think?" Qin Ziwen asked with a smile.

Behind him, a burly man stepped forward without hesitation.

"I do!"

"What's your name?"

"Chen Jingsi!"

"Alright, then you shall go on the mission."

"Thank you, Chairman." Chen Jingsi was delighted.

Seeing this, several of Chen Jingsi's friends beat their chests in frustration, feeling they had missed an opportunity.

"You'd better be careful, they might kidnap you and take you hostage," a friend of Chen Jingsi said sourly.

"Haha, I know what I'm doing." Chen Jingsi said confidently.

Dangerous? Of course there are risks.

How could he possibly get a risk-free opportunity?

The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish!

Since joining the Qin Alliance, he has been practicing his skills and honing his strength. While others rest, he hones his techniques in the Martial Arts Training Ground and the Heavenly Star Arrow Corridor. He even obtained an enhancement card during the last map settlement.

It's all for the sake of seizing an opportunity.

With 976 members in the Qin Alliance, how could they stand out without any outstanding qualities?

I followed the rope to the surface of the sea, swam to the shore, climbed ashore, took off my coat, wrung it out, and then put it back on.

Chen Jingsi strode into the urban village.

From several dozen meters away, he noticed figures moving around behind a window not far away.

He laughed loudly, "I'm here to see your boss, so lead the way."

Chen Jingsi stood at the door for more than ten minutes, and then a man wearing a hat ran out from the straight cement road in the center of the urban village and waved to Chen Jingsi.

Chen Jingsi stood still, not moving an inch, and instead raised his voice: "Waving from this far away, is this your way of treating guests? If you don't want to talk, then fight, but can you bear the consequences?" His voice wasn't loud, but it echoed through the empty streets.

The man in the hat stopped twenty paces away, his eyes gleaming beneath the brim of his hat.

After a few breaths of stalemate, he finally took ten more steps forward, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I was rude just now, please come with me."

Chen Jingsi then stepped forward to follow.

The two walked to a three-story building, where seven or eight men were gathered at the entrance, their eyes filled with hostility.

The man in the hat waved his hand, signaling the people around him to disperse.

Chen Jingsi acted as if he hadn't seen her, smiled lightly, and went straight inside.

In the living room on the first floor sat a burly man.

To the left and right of the man stood rows of burly men, all of them tall and strong.

Clearly, this was meant to give him a hard time.

Chen Jingsi glanced around, chuckled, and shook his head, because he actually saw a middle-aged man in the crowd with graying temples who looked to be at least in his forties.

The fact that even people of this age were called in to make up the numbers shows that there really aren't many people in this urban village.

Upon seeing his appearance, the man sitting in the main seat showed displeasure, and the burly men on both sides also glared at him angrily.

Chen Jingsi said to himself, "I am just an envoy. Your trap is useless against me. Besides, who is the trap? I am here with the attitude of our chairman. If you do not accept the chairman's mercy, then you will only be met with swords and spears."

"What do you want?"

"I'm here to ask you a question on behalf of the chairman: You neither fight nor retreat, neither surrender nor resign. What is your intention?"

"We didn't provoke you, yet you came to our door to attack us," one of the people nearby angrily retorted.

"Didn't provoke them? Were you too incapable of provoking them, or didn't have the chance to provoke them? Or perhaps you failed to provoke them!" Chen Jingsi sneered. "The person who just died in our neighborhood claimed to be the leader of the Blood Letter. You dare say you didn't know anything about it?"

“We are not in blood,” the man in the main seat said in a deep voice.

"Alright," the hat-wearing man who led Chen Jingsi in said, and the surroundings instantly fell silent.

He took off his hat, revealing an ordinary face.

The most noticeable feature is the two diagonal scars at the corners of his eyes.

"Brother Long." The man sitting in the main seat of the living room stood up, somewhat surprised, wondering why Brother Long would suddenly reveal his identity.

Yang Long frowned and said, "We don't want to have a conflict with you, so I didn't let my brothers take action. We were all compatriots before, there's no need to fight to the death."

"If it weren't for the sake of my compatriots, I wouldn't be on this mission now," Chen Jingsi said with a faint smile.

Yang Long looked at Chen Jingsi and said, "The conflict between you and Blood Letter is between you. We are the Jianghu Society, not Blood Letter."

"So you want to remain neutral?" Chen Jingsi asked, somewhat surprised. "President Yang, I wonder if you've ever heard the saying that only those with power are considered neutral, while those without power are called fence-sitters, and fence-sitters are the first to get attacked."

Yang Long's face suddenly darkened.

These words are too harsh; they strip away all pretense of dignity.

The implication is clear: if you want to remain neutral, first consider whether you're even qualified.

"Outrageous!" A burly man beside him couldn't contain himself any longer. He stepped forward, his finger almost poking Chen Jingsi's nose. "You say we're incompetent? I'd like to see just how awesome you are."

Chen Jingsi's eyes suddenly turned cold, his body slightly lowered, his left hand gripped the opponent's wrist like an iron clamp, and at the same time his right foot took half a step forward to lock the opponent's ankle.

"Bang~"

With an over-the-shoulder throw, the 1.9-meter-tall man opposite him was thrown onto his back and landed on the ground.

Others gathered around when they saw this.

"Go back!" Yang Long snapped.

He suppressed the impending explosion. One-on-one exchanges could be considered a friendly spar, but when everyone rushed in, the nature of the situation completely changed.

Moreover, judging from the fight just now, an ordinary person is no match for this person.

In the martial arts world, no one but him can reliably defeat this person.

“You’re quite capable. No wonder you dared to come as an envoy. What is your status in the Qin Alliance?” Yang Long asked.

"Just an ordinary member of a hunting team." Chen Jingsi said humbly. He paused, as if he had thought of something, and added casually, "There are dozens of people like me in the Qin Alliance."

(End of this chapter)