Good Man Operation Guide

Seeing those red-colored clothes, only Zhou City people would wear such a frivolous color. The Third Prince’s expression that had only just relaxed froze.

Shortly, the people ahead spread out. Then, a man came out on a horse and shouted, “As long as the Third Prince hands over Mo Chenke, the murderer of my Zhou City Lord’s young master, we will withdraw our troops.”

Mo Chenke, who had been following his father’s side and was also beaten and dusty, jerked his head up and tried to see who was shouting. Unfortunately, there was still some distance between the two sides, and he could only see the red color of the other party’s clothes. If he hadn’t been beaten senseless by Zhou City this time, he would almost question whether he had been framed by his eight brothers this time. After all, who would be that bored to go to Zhou City to assassinate under his, Mo Chenke’s name? It would be impossible for Zhou City to do this by themselves. Otherwise, why wouldn’t they blame his father, but him, the son? There was no need to make such a big twist.

However, what made Mo Chenke’s heart tremble was thinking whether his father would throw him out or not, now that the other side was demanding for him. No, it shouldn’t be. His father loved him the most. He once said that if his father ascended to the throne, he would be made a prince. While Mo Chenke tried his best to comfort himself that his father had a deep fatherly love for him, the Third Prince was spitting out blood.

Why didn’t you say that you wouldn’t fight if I handed out my son earlier?! Now, I have lost a lot of money and lost my territory. You’re telling me to hand over my son, and you wouldn’t fight??? You had so many opportunities to say it earlier! As soon as you say it, I would have handed him over!

Not only handing over the person, but handing him over beautifully. He would directly charge him with the crime of trying to provoke relations between the two sides. Wouldn’t he get the reputation of being righteous, not to mention that he might also be able to gain a friendship with Zhou City? Now that this big man was beaten like this, if he hands him over, wouldn’t it be seen as clearly sacrificing his son to save his own life?! He certainly wouldn’t get a good reputation, and perhaps even gain cold shoulders.

Shameless old thief!!

He cursed in his heart but knew it was his only chance to survive, so he hesitated and looked at Mo Chenke next to him. Since he recognized this child, he has been bringing people over to teach him carefully, giving him face and allowing him to display his talents. Now, it was time for his son to repay him as his father.

Thinking so, the Third Prince gave Mo Chenke a hinting look.

Mo Chenke has always had a close relationship with him since he was recognized. When the eyes of the Third Prince looked at him, his heart, which was full of confidence, turned cold.

Was he … going to abandon him?

But isn’t he the proudest and most valued child of his father?

Didn’t his father say that he would be made Prince in the future?

After waiting for his fiancée for several years just for her to run away and turn to the enemy’s side, Mo Chenke received the major blow of being abandoned by his father as an abandoned son.

The Third Prince looked at his son, whose eyes were full of a wounded look in front of him, and somewhat disliked him for being too indecisive. Yet, considering the present situation, he held out his hand and patted his son on the shoulder intimately.

“Chenke, in the end this matter is because of you. You should consider the overall situation first.”

Because of him… But he didn’t do anything!

Mo Chenke’s eyes turned red, “Father, you must believe me, I really didn’t.”

The Third Prince believed in him in his heart. After all, this son always followed him. But what’s the use of believing in him? Zhou City made it clear that Mo Chenke was the murderer. If they don’t hand Mo Chenke over, everyone would die together. If they do, at least the rest of them will have a chance to live. The thought of sending this son, who has just been recognized for a few years, to his death, the Third Prince was also very reluctant.

He’s been carefully cultivating him for years. It’s a pity that all that is now wasted.

“Go on, don’t worry, Father will definitely take revenge for you.”

Mo Chenke waited for a long while, but only got this sentence. His eyes were full of disbelief, and he asked in a trembling voice, “Father, do you know that I would surely die when I go there?”

The Third Prince certainly knew about it. He patted his son’s shoulder again, sighed, and said again, “The overall situation should be considered first.”

The eight brothers who followed them hadn’t lost their wolfishness, and looked at Mo Chenke with greater pleasure and gloating. “Fifteenth younger brother, since it’s your fault, you have to solve it. Rest assured, we brothers will take care of Father, we won’t make any mistakes.”

Mo Chenke grimaced and tightened his grip on the reins. He never thought that he would be abandoned by his biological father. In order to be the son of the Third Prince, he broke off relations with the Lins who raised him, completely gave up his past, studied hard every day, and forced himself to read those books.

He paid so much to become the best child of the Third Prince. But now, his biological father had abandoned him so easily.

Just like how he abandoned the Lins at the beginning.

Four words popped up in Mo Chenke’s mind: the cycle of karma.

Holding the last glimmer of hope, he drove the horse slowly to the side of Zhou City’s army under the eyes of the Third Prince, who didn’t feel much sadness, while the several half-brothers gloated over his looming demise. Zhou City’s army must have loved his eldest son very much, since they changed their passive stance so suddenly and went out to fight.

Although he was forced to stand up and take the blame, he didn’t do what he didn’t do. When he reached them, he would immediately explain to the other party and he might have a chance to survive. With the despair of impending death and the glimmer of hope that he might be able to live, he finally walked up to Zhou City’s army.

“I wonder if City Lord Lin is here? I am Mo Chenke, and I am here to explain the misunderstanding about the murder of the young master of your city.” Mo Chenke looked at the General with the helmet and iron mask in front of him, dismounted stiffly, clasped his fist, and tried to look as unassuming as possible.

The General sat on his horse and looked at him condescendingly, “You killed my eldest brother. My father and brother saw it with their own eyes. How could it be a lie?” It turned out that this man was the son of the Lord. And listening to his meaning, he seems to think that he, Mo Chenke, had personally killed Zhou City’s young master?

Mo Chenke wasn’t surprised but pleased when he heard this. He quickly took off his helmet from his head, revealing his face full of mud and sand, “Please look at me clearly, I’m not the murderer of Zhou City’s young master.”

Lin Fourth looked at the wretched man on the ground through the wire mask protecting his face. Right now, to him, it appeared as if the man who looked down on his family, left his father, and abandoned his wife and daughter, came back.

When this eldest brother neglected his sister-in-law, at that time, he only felt that it was the eldest brother who was heartless. But when he entered Zhou City and was taught by a master invited by his father, then looking back, he guessed what Mo Chenke wanted to do.

When his identity of not being the biological son of the Lins was revealed, and the wife and daughter were abandoned on the spot; if they were in other people’s homes, those people wouldn’t have taken sister-in-law in.

He was trying to force them to die.

Why would he try to force his wife and daughter to die? The reason was clearly the marriage with the Murong family.

When he made such a move that day, did he ever think that these rural villagers, who he looked down on, would have the power to control his life and death one day?

“Do you see clearly? I really didn’t kill your brother.”

“No.”

Lin Fourth sneered and raised the longsword in his hand.

“I can see clearly that it was you who killed my brother and humiliated my father. Today, you will leave your life behind!”

The longsword flashed in Mo Chenke’s eyes full of horror. He quickly rolled on the ground and turned over to avoid the slash. Before he could be thankful for dodging this attack, several long swords crossed in front of his neck at the next moment.

“I really didn’t do it!!” At the moment of life and death, his voice turned shrill. “I’ve never been to Zhou City. How could I have killed the young master myself!?”

“Let me help you recall.”

This cold voice resounded clearly. There were obviously many people around, but no one made a sound.

Mo Chenke had several long swords across his neck and could only stand passively still as he watched a man in armor walk out. He rode a good horse, wearing gleaming armor. But his face wasn’t covered with a wire mask, revealing a face with the composure and majesty of a superior. The familiar face immediately made Mo Chenke’s body stiffen up, and his eyes widened in disbelief, almost suspecting that he was still dreaming.

The man brought out a long sword and pointed it at him.

“It was you. In front of my Lin family, you killed my son Guangyao with your own hands. How about that, can you remember?”

Mo Chenke was shaking all over, shaking his head forcefully.

“Impossible… Impossible …”

How can this be possible? How can a farmer be the Lord of Zhou City? Lin Fourth also took off his face mask, revealing a face that had been hardened in just a few years.

“My Eldest Brother is my Father’s favorite child. If he hadn’t been killed by you, he would have inherited the entire Zhou City. Today, I will make you pay in blood!”

Inherit the entire Zhou City …

Mo Chenke’s eyes were dizzy for a while, but he didn’t doubt the truth of this sentence. After all, he was loved like that before, and if he didn’t break away, he might really inherit Zhou City. In his mind, his biological father, who didn’t hesitate to give him up, and Lin Shiheng, who treated him as his treasure, kept appearing. Lin Shiheng looked at his trance-like appearance, and added a sentence as if it wasn’t enough.

“Speaking of which, this city lord owes my present prestige to a good man.”

Seeing Mo Chenke’s stupefied head raised, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, “If it wasn’t for the kind-hearted man who gave me 1200 silver taels, how could I have the money to recruit and build weapons?”

Lin Fourth immediately understood what he meant, and replied, “What Father said is right. We should thank the good man. Otherwise, how could we, father and son, have today’s scenery, and attack the Third Prince?”

Mo Chenke suddenly froze.

The 1,200 silver taels, it was him …

He was the one who personally helped Lin Shiheng … stand in a high position.

A fishy sweetness in the throat just came out of his mouth and spilled blood on his lips. Lin Shiheng had already slashed a hideous wound on his face.

“This man’s temperament is too small, he easily vomits blood. I helped you stop the bleeding. You’re welcome.”