Rebirth Counterattack: I Heard That the Imperial Marshal Has a Crush on Me

Cen Song finally let Chu Muxi loose his bonds. Chu Muxi waved his hands and said, “You’re not afraid of me running away now.”

Cen Song said coldly, “You can try.”

Chu Muxi looked him up and down, “You are really good at pretending. I thought you really admired Lu Junzhi.”

“I told you, he saved us all,” Cen Song glanced at him and said seriously.

“So why did you tie me up? I understand, you guys had slogans but nothing in your hands, right?”

Chu Muxi clicked his tongue, “You wanted to cooperate with Lu Junzhi? But what could you give him? Isn’t it just empty talk?”

Cen Song blushed and retorted, “What do you know! We are not doing this for personal interests, but for the interests of all the people of the empire! Marshal Lu will understand! He also hates the royal family, and the current military ministry and parliament not only failed to support him, they even keep holding him back.”

Cen Song glared at Chu Muxi, who shrugged and spread his hands. “Oh, so you are not holding him back? Are you going to let him send troops to help you overthrow the royal family, the military, and the parliament? What will happen next? Are you going to elect him as your leader?”

“How could that be done? We have our own-” Cen Song blurted out, and when he met Chu Muxi’s half-smiling eyes, he couldn’t continue.

“Oh – I understand.” Chu Muxi walked to the sofa and sat down, “Is there anything to drink? I’m thirsty.”

Cen Song opened his mouth, “…Yes.” He turned around and went out dejectedly.

After he left, Chu Muxi’s eyes flashed slightly, he stood up and walked around the room.

He raised his head and pretended to scan the furnishings in the room casually, muttering as he looked, “The bed is so hard, the sofa is uncomfortable, and the room is not breathable at all.”

In a hidden corner of the house, a camera flashed red light.

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In a room, several people were staring at the display screen in front of them and discussing in a low voice.

“Quiet and charming words,” a middle-aged man commented with a frown.

“I didn’t expect that we underestimated him. He is quite calm, and he still speak so well. I think Xiao Song was a little shaken by him,” another man in his thirties touched his chin, his eyes flashed with admiration, and smiled slightly.

“Huh, it’s just a little talk to an unstable person like Cen Song. I’ve told you before, that kid was not firm enough, so be careful of him being incited to rebel,” the middle-aged man from before looked gloomy.

“Will Lu Junzhi really cooperate with us for him?” someone asked in a low voice.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and the man in his thirties smiled slightly and said, “It’s too early to talk about cooperation now. Our goal is to talk to him face to face.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Let’s not think too much about it for the time being, as long as we could meet with him.”

The middle-aged man said dissatisfiedly, “He should feel honored that we chose him. With his current situation, he would come to us for cooperation sooner or later.”

“Sure enough, he is a spoiled young master. He’s still complaining that the bed was not soft and the sofa was not good, haha.”

The thirty-year-old man just smiled and said nothing.

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Chu Muxi walked around and found the camera in a hidden corner. He deliberately criticized the furnishings in the room with a disgusting tone.

He walked to the window and looked down. He could only see a cluster of low houses all around, like a slum area.

His communication device was taken away. Chu Muxi touched his collar and whispered, “The pillow is so hard, it could kill someone.”