"Yes, yes..." Luo'er humbly bowed his head, using his own clothing to wipe the mud stains off the man's boots, his disheveled hair covering his face, preventing the arrogant man from looking down upon Luo'er's eyes.
Feigning weakness before an enemy was one of Luo'er's favorite tactics. Pride could make even the most powerful person lower their guard and fall victim to treachery. Luo'er never considered himself to be particularly noble, so he was willing to play along with the man's charade.
"Lick it with your tongue!" the man sneered.
"Yes, yes..." Luo'er nodded softly and then lowered his head to lick the mud stains from the man's boots with his tongue.
The man had indeed fallen into Luo'er's trap of feigned weakness and failed to assess him and his armed forces, simply thinking Luo'er was nothing more than a mercenary captain who had been scared out of his wits.
