The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

The discussions around continued, but the young man didn't say anything, so everyone ignored him.

However, there was a table of South Vietnamese people next to them who looked at the young men's table with a hint of coldness in their eyes.

Jiang Fan took it all in and looked at the several South Vietnamese people at the other table with a slightly strange look.

At this time, the young men at the table stood up and walked out. Just as they left the restaurant, the South Vietnamese people at another table followed them.

Jiang Fan glanced at Zhong Ling and nodded slightly. The two had been together for a long time, and Zhong Ling instantly understood what Jiang Fan meant. The two got up, paid the bill and left.

They followed the South Vietnamese people in front of them and headed towards Wangshu Mountain. Not long after they walked out of the town, people from the front joined the team of six from time to time, and soon they became twenty people.

Not far in front of them was the group of young men from before. In addition to the young man and the girl, there were also two middle-aged men.

Jiang Fan frowned as he looked at the two groups of people in front of him. He and Zhong Ling followed quietly.

Soon, they came to a mountain path through a dense forest. At this moment, the twenty South Vietnamese people quickly caught up with the four people in front.

In the blink of an eye, they surrounded the four young men. The leading South Vietnamese looked at the four astonished people with sarcasm and said lightly:

"Take out your invitations to the meeting and I'll spare your life. Otherwise... I'll kill you..."

Upon hearing this, the leading young man looked at his companions with fear in his eyes.

However, he quickly took out an invitation from his pocket and handed it over.

The girl at the side glared at the young man and reached out to snatch the invitation.

"Brother, what are you doing? This invitation concerns Mom's life, and you just sent it out like this!?"

But as soon as she made a move, the young man dodged it. The young man stepped forward and handed the invitation to the leader of the South Vietnamese people opposite.

The girl wanted to snatch it, but was stopped by two middle-aged South Vietnamese men behind her.

When the South Vietnamese leader on the opposite side saw this scene, a cruel smile appeared on his face. He reached out to take the invitation and instantly attacked the young man.

A dozen South Vietnamese behind him also launched an attack at the same time.

But at the moment when the leader launched the attack, the young man who handed out the invitation suddenly withdrew his hand, and a dagger appeared in his other hand.

The moment the enemy attacked, his dagger pierced into the neck of the leading South Vietnamese.

The leading South Vietnamese man looked at the young man in shock, his eyes full of disbelief. He couldn't imagine that the young man's invitation was fake, and his sudden attack to kill him was real.

"Hmph... Don't think I don't know that you blocked the way to snatch the invitations of other small tribes and killed people to silence them in order to prevent them from participating in the conference. Although I don't want to participate in the conference, it doesn't mean that I will just sit there and wait for death!"

The young man snorted coldly and stabbed twice with the dagger in his hand at an extremely fast speed. After completely killing the South Vietnamese, he quickly blocked the attacks of several other South Vietnamese.

He was extremely fast and his fighting power was obviously not weak. The young girl and the two middle-aged men were also very strong. They blocked the dozen or so South Vietnamese who attacked.

But they obviously outnumbered the other side, and the dozen or so South Vietnamese were also very strong.

Even if one person is not as good as four people, but with so many people together, they can't be underestimated.

The four men on the young man's side were suppressed and defeated. If the young man hadn't devised a plan to kill the leading South Vietnamese man, they might have been in even greater trouble.

Seeing that if they continued like this, the four of them would die here, the girl suddenly said, "Brother, hurry up... As long as you go to the son-in-law selection meeting, you will have a chance to save mother. Don't worry about us!"

Upon hearing this, the other two middle-aged men also hurriedly said, "Young Clan Leader, run away quickly... We will stop them! We must hurry to the Wangshu Clan to attend the meeting!"

After the three of them finished speaking, they blocked the attack at the same time. They wanted to delay the enemy and give the young man a chance to escape.

However, the young man looked stubborn and said coldly: "No...if we go, we go together...if we die, we die together..."

The young man did not give in, but took a step forward and blocked the attacks of several people. But they were obviously about to collapse.

The four of them were in danger several times. If this continued, they would all die here.

Not far away, Jiang Fan and Zhong Ling saw this scene, and Jiang Fan nodded slightly to Zhong Ling.

Zhong Ling understood and rushed over instantly. The soft sword in her hand slashed through and killed several South Vietnamese in the blink of an eye before they could react.

The soft sword killed several more people. By the time they reacted, there were only six people left. They looked at Zhong Ling who suddenly appeared in shock. Their eyes were filled with astonishment.

After coming to their senses, the six people turned around and tried to escape. They obviously knew how powerful Zhong Ling was and did not dare to fight again.

Moreover, the six people were very scattered when they fled, not wanting to give Zhong Lingyi the opportunity to kill them all.

Seeing this, the four young men looked very anxious. If they let the other party escape, they would probably be ambushed again on their way to the Wangshu tribe.

But just when they thought the six were going to escape, suddenly, bang... bang! Six loud noises were heard.

The six people who escaped trembled slightly, their heads burst into flowers, and they all fell down.

The four young men then looked behind them, and saw Jiang Fan holding a gun in both hands, slowly walking towards them. Zhong Ling also put the sword back into his waist and came in front of Jiang Fan.

"Thank you for saving my life. What's your name, benefactor?" The young man hurriedly bowed to Jiang Fan, with a lingering fear on his face.

If Jiang Fan hadn't taken action just now, they would have been dead.

"My name is Jiang Fuguang. It's just a small favor. No need to be polite!" Jiang Fan waved to the young man and said with a smile.

The girl next to him looked at the revolver in Jiang Fan's hand curiously, with a look of admiration in her eyes.

However, she quickly put away this expression and bowed to Jiang Fan to express her gratitude.

"You are too modest, benefactor. You saved our lives, so we should be grateful..."

The young man quickly shook his head and said, "My name is Qing Yucheng, this is my younger sister Qing Lingxiu, and my two uncles Qing Guangzhan and Qing Guangran."

He introduced other people to Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan heard this and bowed to the others, saying hello. The three people opposite him quickly bowed in response.

"Are you also here to participate in the son-in-law selection conference? I wonder which tribe you are from..." the young man Qing Yucheng asked with a smile.

Hearing this, Jiang Fan shook his head and said, "I am here to join in the fun of the son-in-law selection meeting!"

He made a random excuse.

Jiang Fan did not answer the other party about his identity. The truth was, the other party was from South Vietnam, and he could just find a random tribe to impersonate.

If Qing Yucheng knew someone from that tribe, that would be troublesome.

He rescued the four people, but in fact he wanted to borrow their identities to infiltrate the Wangshu tribe.

Seeing that Jiang Fan didn't want to say more, Qing Yucheng didn't ask any more questions, but there was a slight look of confusion on his face.