Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

Viscount Robin, Viscount Linna, and Baron Chenbing exchanged bewildered glances upon hearing this.

"Then what do we do?" Viscount Linna asked with a complicated expression. "In a head-on confrontation, we have absolutely no chance of winning. You've all seen it, those monsters from the Ye family, they can fight opponents far above their level. A Thousand Soul Realm cultivator can use their abilities like a Myriad Manifestations Realm cultivator, and a Myriad Manifestations Realm cultivator can fight an Asura Realm cultivator... What's more, Ye Xiao, a ninth-level Asura Realm expert, hasn't even made a move from beginning to end!"

"Yes," Baron Chen Bing said, his face also filled with trepidation, "If this continues, we'll just be waiting to die..."

The other nobles shared almost the same attitude.

At that moment, almost everyone of them simultaneously thought of the letter that Night Owl had delivered earlier...

[If any of you wish to surrender, feel free to contact me via this watch number. This is the Ye family's private communication channel; no one else can eavesdrop.]

They still remember the contents of the letter very clearly.

Perhaps surrendering now is truly the only option to survive?

Viscount Robin frowned: "What are you doing? You're not thinking of surrendering, are you? You've become this cowardly after being beaten by those lunatics from the Ye family for a few days? That's a demonized family! Are you planning to bow down to a demonized family?"

"..."

Viscount Linna chuckled awkwardly, "Hahaha, how could that be..."

Baron Chenbing laughed, "Yes, yes, how could that be? Only a grandson would surrender..."

Baron XX: "But if we don't surrender now, what should we do?"

Viscount Robin frowned and pondered for a while before coming up with an idea: "In my opinion, instead of being passively attacked, we should simply take the initiative, break out of the city, and rush to the other side to fight them!"

Everyone: "..."

"Are you tired of living?" Viscount Linna shook his head with a wry smile.

"What can we do?" Viscount Robin asked, his eyes wide.

Kant then said, "I do have a bold idea."

"Since the Ye family has been unable to break through each time they attack, let's just stop repairing the city gates and walls and leave the city gates wide open."

"Huh?!" Viscount Linna exclaimed in surprise, "Kant, are you serious?"

Kant said seriously, "We still have more than 20,000 combat-ready extraordinary warriors at our disposal, plus seventeen experts at the Myriad Manifestations Realm. If we let them in and engage them in close combat within the city, we will at least have a fighting chance. If we can capture someone from the Ye family as a hostage, we will have a chance. Otherwise, we will just be worn down and killed by them!"

The nobles looked at each other, and after careful consideration, they felt that this might really be the only solution they had at the moment.

“Okay, let’s do it that way!” Robin said through gritted teeth.

As a result, the order was quickly issued. The slaves and workers in Jiangcheng responsible for repairing the city walls were all put on hold, and all the soldiers retreated back into the city to prepare for a desperate battle with the Ye family.

The news quickly reached the ears of the Ye family.

"Holy crap, they actually came up with this kind of trick?" Night Owl commented. "Looks like our enemy really is a genius."

That night, the entire population of Jiangcheng went on high alert. Having abandoned the city walls, every soldier was prepared for the Ye family army to storm the city at any moment.

Everyone was on edge, including Count Condé. He didn't know if the decision was right or wrong, but it was at least their only way to break the deadlock.

There was no movement until late at night.

The Ye family army did not attack.

Kant stayed up until 5 a.m., when he finally became too tired to stay awake any longer and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Kant was awakened by knocking on the door and frowned: "What's going on?"

"Your Excellency!" A trusted subordinate rushed in: "Something terrible has happened... You must come quickly!"

Kant suddenly had a bad feeling. He followed his men quickly to the soldiers' mess hall in the city, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Ten soldiers were found dead, their limbs nailed to the wall, their deaths extremely gruesome!

On the wall next to it were words written in blood: Since you won't close the door, then we'll come in. We'll select ten lucky viewers every day and give you rat tail juice.

Kant and several other nobles turned green with rage when they saw this.

Without a doubt, given the enemy's tone, they have already disguised themselves as Jiangcheng soldiers and infiltrated the city.

Kant ordered his men to collect the body immediately, then told the other soldiers in the mess hall not to spread the word. At the same time, he ordered them to immediately begin a search of everyone in the city, not just soldiers, but also workers, slaves, servants, and ordinary citizens—no one should be spared.

However, it was no use at all; with so many people in the cafeteria, the news spread quickly.

The people of Jiangcheng were filled with anxiety, and no one could even sleep well.

Count Condé knew that their defeat was inevitable. It was only a matter of time; it was just a matter of when the Ye family would decide to let them fall.

The city is now teeming with wounded, and even the uninjured soldiers are demoralized. Even if the Ye family were to launch a full-scale attack now, they could likely take Jiangcheng easily without incurring significant losses.

But the Ye family deliberately avoided a direct attack, instead focusing on exploiting Jiang Cheng like a lamb.

"grown ups......"

A trusted subordinate standing behind Earl Conde asked, "What should we do now? Should we ask Duke Wang En for help?"

"..." Kant did not answer, but he knew that it would be useless to ask for help now.

He raised his forearm and looked at the Cyber ​​watch on his wrist.

With his other hand, he typed a bunch of things on the watch screen, but after hesitating for a long time, he didn't press it.

Kant took a deep breath, his gaze darkening as if he had made a decision.

Either way it's death.

This cannot continue.

He has to find a new way out on his own...

......