118: Chapter 118 Tactical Arrangements

Night had fallen completely, but the square in front of the main house of Cloud Top Palace was brightly lit, as bright as day.

Dozens of high-powered searchlights illuminated the area, revealing every detail. In the center of the square, a huge bonfire was burning, its orange-red flames leaping into the sky, dispelling the chill of the late autumn night.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Push these tables together!"

Following Zhang Dapao's shout, several kitchen helpers nimbly moved five or six long solid wood tables from the canteen to the center of the square, piecing them together into a huge rectangular dining table.

Although it looked a bit patched together, it was covered with a brand-new red tablecloth, and with neat tableware set out, it immediately exuded the bold spirit of Jianghu people who didn't care about trifles.

The air was filled with a rich, inseparable aroma of meat, wine, and that unique, refreshing scent of rice, which drifted away for half a mile on the mountain breeze.

"Serving the dishes—!"

With a loud shout from Zhang Dapao, he and several kitchen helpers walked in like an assembly line, carrying special trays larger than washbasins.

"First dish, Braised Fourth-Rank Iron-Armored Savage Bull Palm! Melts in your mouth, strengthens tendons and bones!"

"Second dish, Steamed Deep-Sea Devil Fish! Fresh, tender, and juicy, replenishes Qi and blood!"

"Third dish, Stir-fried Fierce Fire Bird Tongue! Spicy, fresh, and fragrant, refreshes the mind!"

...

Dish after dish of delicious, hearty food was placed on the table. The ingredients used in every dish were worth a fortune, but in Cloud Top Palace tonight, they were just home-cooked meals to fill their stomachs.

And the most eye-catching thing was the large bowl of crystal-clear rice emitting a faint golden light in front of everyone—[Special-Grade dragon tooth rice].

"Gulp."

Looking at the delicacies on the table, even the two SS-Rank Elders, Tianjian and Elder Dijian, who were used to big scenes, couldn't help but swallow hard at this moment.

Wang Dachui sat in the main seat, holding a wine glass, his face full of hospitality:

"Seniors, and brothers from the military, don't just stand there! Use your chopsticks! Tonight, let's not talk about state affairs, let's only talk about romance... ah, pfft, let's only talk about eating and drinking!"

"Come, I'll drink this first as a toast!"

Wang Dachui looked up and drained the wine in his cup.

"Cheers!"

Since the host had spoken, these men who had rolled through mountains of corpses and seas of blood naturally wouldn't be coy.

Especially the five S-Rank soldier kings, who had long been drooling with green eyes.

"Then I won't be polite!"

The bald soldier king who had previously been punched away by Wang Zhentian grabbed a huge bull palm and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Mmm! So delicious!"

Iron Tower chewed with his mouth full of oil, and while speaking unclearly, he gave a thumbs up to Wang Zhentian, who was sitting opposite him:

"Little God Child! I, Iron Tower, have never admired anyone in my life, but today I admire you! Not only are your fists hard, but this appetite... is also truly hard!"

Wang Zhentian was burying his head and working hard.

The plate in front of him had piled up like a small mountain, and he had thrown away the chopsticks in his hand, grabbing the food directly.

That fourth-Rank beast bone, thicker than his arm, was bitten to pieces and swallowed by him like chewing sugarcane, "crunch, crunch," not even letting go of the bone marrow.

A bowl of dragon tooth rice was gone in two mouthfuls.

"Another bowl!"

Wang Zhentian raised his empty bowl and handed it to Nightingale, who was responsible for refilling the rice.

Nightingale was dressed in a maid outfit, walking over with lowered eyes and a submissive look, skillfully adding a large spoonful for him, while secretly complaining in her heart:

"Is this a child? This is clearly a bottomless pit! With this appetite, the Abyss Sect could be eaten into poverty by him!"

Although she was complaining in her heart, looking at the lively scene and the heartfelt smiles and relaxation on everyone's faces, her cold heart actually felt a trace of long-lost warmth.

No scheming, no strict Rank hierarchy, only the boldness of eating meat and drinking wine in large gulps.

"Is this... home?"

Nightingale was a little dazed.

"Come, come, Xiao Cao, you sit down and eat something too." Nalan Ruo sat beside her and gently pulled Nightingale's sleeve, "Don't just keep serving these big men."

"Ah... I..." Nightingale was stunned, just about to refuse.

"Sit down." Ji Taimei also spoke indifferently, casually picking up a piece of the best fish belly meat and putting it into Nightingale's bowl, "This is also to give you the strength to work. In the next few days, you are a key figure."

Nightingale's heart tightened. She glanced at Wang Dachui and found that he was looking at her with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

She knew that Ji Taimei had hidden meaning in her words.

"Yes." Nightingale sat down obediently, picked up her bowl, and ate silently.

After three rounds of drinks and five flavors of dishes.

When everyone had eaten almost enough, Wang Dachui put down his wine glass.

The bottom of the cup clicked against the tabletop, making a light sound.

The originally noisy hall instantly quieted down.

Everyone put down their chopsticks and looked at Wang Dachui in unison. They knew the main event was about to begin.

Wang Dachui put away the playfulness on his face, his eyes becoming sharp and deep, and his entire Aura instantly changed from a nouveau riche to an overlord.

"Everyone."

Wang Dachui looked around and said in a deep voice:

"The meal is eaten, the wine is drunk. Next, we should talk about how to entertain that 'honored guest' who is about to come from afar."

"Abyss Cult Leader, SS-Rank half-step Grandmaster. This bone is very hard and not easy to chew."

"So, we have to sharpen our teeth."

"The current situation is that the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light... No, to be precise, it is—the enemy thinks we are in the light, but in fact, we are in the dark."

"According to reliable intelligence, the Abyss Cult Leader will arrive the day after tomorrow night, which is the Zi hour of the third day, and sneak in from the cliff behind the mountain with his Shadow Kill Squad."

"His goal is very clear: kill people, destroy the fields."

"Since we know his script, let's accompany him in this play."

Wang Dachui looked at the two Elders, Tianjian and Elder Dijian:

"Two Seniors, I have to trouble you both to suffer a little grievance."

"Please, two Elders, use the Turtle Breath Technique and hide in the canopy of that thousand-year-old pine tree in the courtyard. That is the commanding height of the entire courtyard and also the best ambush position."

"Once that old turtle enters the courtyard, you look down from above, combine your two swords, and catch him like a turtle in a jar!"

Elder Tianjian smiled slightly:

"Little friend, rest assured. This Daoist will go to the tree with my Junior Brother to cool off."

"Good!" Wang Dachui nodded, then looked at the five S-Rank soldier kings:

"Brothers, don't wander around outside, so as not to startle the snake."

"You all go to the staff dormitory and pretend to be sleeping. Once the two old comrades start fighting with the Abyss Cult Leader, you immediately contain the Shadow Kill Squad!"

The bald soldier king Iron Tower grinned, murderous intent exposed in his eyes:

"Don't worry! I guarantee to complete the mission!"

"As for my son..."

Wang Dachui looked at Wang Zhentian, who was picking his teeth.

"Dad, what do I do?" Wang Zhentian looked expectant, "I also want to hammer the Abyss Cult Leader!"

"You definitely have to hammer him, but you are our family's nuclear weapon, so you have to be used on the cutting edge."