Chapter 958: Chapter 958

Accompanied by deafening roars, a herd of yaks, seemingly driven mad, charged toward the manor.

Everyone's faces turned grim; if these yaks charged into the territory, the entire area would be reduced to ruins.

"What should we do now?" Everyone immediately lost their composure, staring helplessly as the herd of yaks crazily rushed toward the camp.

As the yaks approached closer, despair crept onto everyone's faces.

At this proximity, it was impossible to escape or relocate.

"These demons! To use such despicable tactics!" The tribal leader Kusha's face contorted with rage.

Lan Xingyue and her companions looked equally guilty; it was their presence that had brought calamity upon the tribe.

Behind the yaks were dozens of armed mercenaries. Ge Lei wore a smug expression: "Hahaha! You bunch of savages! Daring to oppose our Ghost Guild is nothing short of courting death!"

The mercenaries smirked arrogantly. "Once we flatten this village, I'm going to find a few chicks to have some fun!"

"Exactly, the women here are tastier than any I've seen!"

In moments, the yaks were less than a hundred meters from the village, an unstoppable torrent descending uncontrollably toward their target.

Suddenly, the sound of a yak horn echoed through the air.

The sound was deep and resonant, like an ancient summons from another era.

Everyone turned their eyes toward the watchtower within the village. On it stood a lone figure blowing the horn.

"It's Lin Chen!" Everyone stared at the figure blowing the horn.

The yaks, which had been charging forward uncontrollably, abruptly halted upon hearing the horn, causing many of them to collide with each other due to the sudden stop.

In an instant, many yaks were tangled together, looking thoroughly disorganized.

"Amazing! The yaks have stopped! They've stopped!" Those who had just been despairing moments ago now cheered fervently.

On the other side, Ge Lei was furious, stomping and shouting in rage as he grabbed his gun and began striking the yaks' hindquarters.

But the yaks appeared to be under some kind of command and remained utterly unmovable.

"You useless beasts! Get up! Move, damn it!" Ge Lei and the mercenaries shouted and cursed in frustration.

Not far away, on a hill, Burton, upon noticing the yaks had stopped moving, visibly paled.

"Impossible! I clearly laced the feed with enough powdered drugs to drive this herd mad—how could they stop now?"

"Burton, what's going on?" Hahn, who stood nearby, also looked deeply unsettled.

At that moment, the horn's sound shifted to a livelier, more energized tone.

The previously subdued yaks suddenly became excited and animated.

"Yes, YES! Get up, you brutes, get up now!" Ge Lei shouted ecstatically.

But then, something utterly unexpected happened.

The yaks abruptly turned around, now facing the mercenaries.

"What—what are they doing?" Ge Lei and the others stood frozen, their faces drained of color.

"No! RUN!" Ge Lei instantly realized the yaks' intent and shouted in terror.

It was far too late. The yaks charged toward them with a ferocity impossible to escape.

The mercenaries trailing behind the yak herd were in complete shock, realizing there was no time to flee now.

The sharp crack of gunfire rang out, but the chaos quickly descended into silence.

Pity the mercenaries, who were trampled into a mess of blood and flesh under the maddened yaks. The scene was as ghastly as could be imagined.

"How is this possible? How can that bastard control the yaks?" Burton's once-smug grin vanished entirely, his face now etched with an indescribable shock.

"Retreat! RETREAT NOW!" Hahn shouted at the remaining mercenaries.

This encounter had cost the enemy dearly; around thirty mercenaries had died beneath the relentless hooves of the yaks.

As the dust settled and the yak herd vanished into the distance, everyone finally exhaled a sigh of relief.

Lin Chen leapt down from the watchtower, and the gathered Doba tribespeople immediately surrounded him, falling to their knees in unison.

"Heavenly God! You are our God!"

Lin Chen stared at the kneeling tribespeople with an expression of disbelief.

"You're mistaken; I'm definitely not a god—I only know a little beast control technique," Lin Chen scratched his head awkwardly, trying to dismiss their claims.

"No! No! The yaks are sacred beasts to us. Since they obey your commands, you must be a god descended to our world!" A middle-aged tribal chief stepped forward, speaking with reverent conviction.

"Fine, fine. Think whatever you want." Lin Chen, realizing he couldn't change their minds, threw up his hands in resignation.

"Lin Chen! You're safe!" An Xiaodi rushed forward and threw her arms around Lin Chen in excitement.

Lin Chen nodded. "Of course! This little scratch is nothing. By the way, has Yue'er returned yet?" Lin Chen asked.

At the mention of Yue'er, everyone lapsed into an eerie silence.

"What's the matter?" Lin Chen pressed on.

Mu Yuqiu stepped forward coldly and said, "Yue'er is a traitor. Two days ago, the enemies attacked through the area she was supposed to guard, but she failed to warn us, nearly costing us everything."

"Yue'er?" Lin Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.

Lan Xingyue sighed deeply, "We found this in Yue'er's bag. I think she really is a traitor."

Lan Xingyue handed Lin Chen a tracking device as she spoke.

While Lin Chen wasn't entirely surprised by the presence of a mole in the group, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story.

Without revealing his doubts, Lin Chen sighed, "So that's how it is..."

Lan Xingyue's eyes betrayed a deep sadness. Lin Chen understood her pain—being betrayed by someone you trust most is the cruelest of blows.

Patting Lan Xingyue on the shoulder, Lin Chen's eyes subtly darkened.

Hahn and his mercenaries had clearly suffered heavily due to the yak incident, and they did not dare strike again for now, granting Lin Chen and the others some respite to recover.

While Lin Chen was meditating in his room, a knock sounded at the door.

Opening the door, Lin Chen found Lan Xingyue standing at the entrance.

"What's the matter?" Lin Chen asked curiously.

"Can I come in?" Lan Xingyue asked.

Lin Chen smirked mischievously. "Captain Lan, I know I've been quite impressive lately—could it be that you've fallen for me?"

Lan Xingyue glared at Lin Chen before landing a kick on his rear.

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and let me in!" Lan Xingyue barked as she slammed the door shut behind her.

Lin Chen put on a playful, pitiful expression. "Captain Lan, you're too rough! If you want to do 'that,' you could've just asked nicely. I know all the moves—maybe I should teach you a few positions?"

Lan Xingyue's face flushed crimson at Lin Chen's words. "Stop spouting nonsense! I came here to talk business!"

"But what I said *was* business!" Lin Chen replied earnestly.

"You... ugh, I'm ignoring you!" Lan Xingyue huffed and turned to leave.

Lin Chen quickly blocked her escape. "Alright, alright, I'm done teasing. You want to talk about how Yue'er isn't the mole, right?"