I was framed and walked into the wrong room, and I gave birth to a litter for the CEO.

Visual inspection of his height and the clothes he wears on daily basis are almost the same as the one treasured in Dilina's room.

Without saying a word, Mulinanti stood up and kicked the man in the crotch.

"Ah..." His subordinate was kicked to the ground by him, his hands covering his lower body in pain and howling.

Du Zhengtong was shocked by his master's actions. Even though he checked many people today, he was not as angry as now.

Mulinanti walked towards the man step by step. The man's cheeks were red with pain, but even though he had a painful expression, his facial features were still handsome.

This is the first one among the many people he has examined today who has skin as tender as his.

"Bring it here." Mulinanti raised his hand and gestured to Duzhentong.

Du Zhitong did not dare to hesitate and respectfully handed over a long knife.

Mulinanti used the long knife to pick up the coat belonging to the male subordinate on the ground.

Coincidentally, the coat turned out to be a new one. Only worn once or twice at most.

"Have you seen the eldest lady?" Mulinanti asked the man on the ground.

"No..." The man shook his head, thought for a while and then said: "I've seen... I've seen it. But just... when the young lady passed by the slave fighting field, she happened to take a look... from a distance."

"Is she beautiful?" Mulinanti asked again.

The man didn't understand what he meant. He didn't even know what Dilina looked like, and he had never seen her up close. How do you know if she is pretty?

To say that the eldest lady is not beautiful would definitely be disrespectful to her.

"Hmm...beautiful."

"How beautiful?" Mulinanti's voice obviously changed, but the man was so afraid of him that cold sweat covered his forehead, and he couldn't guess the meaning of Mulinanti's words.

"Very... very beautiful, the beauty of the country, the beauty of the moon, the one-in-a-million beauty... ah..."

The man said all the adjectives he could think of to describe the woman, but before he could finish his words, the long knife in Mulinanti's hand was pierced directly under his crotch.

This move shocked everyone present, especially the two men who were called to the stage by Du Zhentong. They instinctively took several steps back.

"How can you see her beauty?" Mulinanti murmured sinisterly, holding a long knife in his hand and pinching the man's wound a few times.

The man howled in pain and finally fainted.

Shi Yuhuan in the crowd recognized him at a glance. The male subordinate who was injured by Mulinanti was the one whose clothes he took off last time.

He was about the same height as that man, so he chose to use his clothes to hide himself. I didn't expect to meet him again by such a coincidence.

But his experience was too tragic.

"Your group, come over and check."

Du Zhentong gestured to the group where Shi Yuhuan was.

The current situation facing Shi Yuhuan can be said to be difficult to get off.

If you run away now, you will only attract their attention.

They walked over there together and stood in front of Du Zhitong. After the demonstration from the group just now, they already knew what to do.

Without waiting for Du Zhentong to order them, they automatically unbuttoned their coats, took them off, and placed them neatly on the ground.

Shi Yuhuan felt uneasy. Fortunately, before changing into the subordinate's clothes, he deliberately smeared his face with mud and wiped the mud around his neck so that his skin could not be seen. It was different from the people from the Western Regions. There is a difference.

The team leader showed their work records to Du Zhentong. Their daily itinerary, the specific places they patrolled, and how long they had been working as warriors in the slave fighting field were all clearly recorded in the book.

"Okay, let's go to the next group." Du Zhen accompanied his master and checked here. He already looked very tired, and now he just wanted to perfunctory.

The ten subordinates, including Shi Yuhuan, unanimously picked up the coats on the ground and walked obediently to the open space in front.

Mulinanti on the stage was holding a white towel and wiping the blood on the long knife.

The light shone on the knife edge, and the reflected light unexpectedly refracted on Shi Yuhuan's face.

"Wait a minute." Mulinanti said coldly.

The group of people had turned around, and now all had their backs to him.

"Young Master, what's wrong?" Du Zhengtong asked hurriedly, worried that he had discovered a loophole and would be punished by Mulinanti later.

"Tell him to turn around." He pointed at the man in front of him with the long knife in his hand.

"The fourth one from the left, turn around." Du Zhentong shouted loudly.

The subordinate turned around obediently, with a sinister look on his face. When he saw Mulinanti, he bowed his back in fear and shouted respectfully: "Hello, Young Master Mu."

The man grinned so hard that one of his front teeth fell out.

Mulinanti was upset just looking at him, but Dilina's eyes were not that low.

"It's not him, it's him!" The long knife in Mulinanti's hand was pointed directly in the direction of Shi Yuhuan's back.

"The fifth one, turn around." Du Zhentong took a breath of air. He would have misunderstood his master, but fortunately his master did not get angry with him.

Shi Yuhuan's hand hanging by his side clenched his fist subconsciously. There was a voice in his heart warning him that a little impatience would ruin a big plan.

He had just arrived at the slave fighting arena, and the warrior he knocked unconscious probably wouldn't wake up that quickly. There is absolutely no way anyone here would notice that he had sneaked in.

He unclenched his fists, turned around slowly, and faced Mulinanti on the stage with his head half lowered.

"Raise your head." Mulinanti ordered coldly. He would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go.

A man who dares to steal a woman from Mulinanti will have only one final outcome, and that is death!

Shi Yuhuan bit his back molars and did not resist. He raised his head and looked directly at the man standing on the stage.

The night was too dark, even if there were lights, it would be beneficial to Shi Yuhuan now.

The gray soil perfectly covered his handsome face.

"What's on your face?" Du Zhen could tell at a glance that the dirt on Shi Yuhuan's face was not his original skin. When he saw Shi Yu Huan didn't answer, he kicked him on the knee and said angrily: "Speak."

Shi Yuhuan could have stood up forcefully, but in order to cover up his lack of ability, he deliberately knelt on one knee on the ground.

"During training, it was too hot. My hands were stained with mud and I wiped it on my face. I haven't had time to wash it yet."

When Shi Yuhuan came to the Western Regions, he had done his homework in advance. The tone of his speech was completely imitated by the people from the Western Regions. There is absolutely nothing unusual about their accent.

"Get a basin of water and let him wash his face clean." Mulinanti ordered.

These words made Shi Yuhuan feel uneasy for a moment.