CHAPTER 123: CHAPTER 123: IT’S A LITTLE AGGRIEVED

Qingping felt as if she was being stared down by some fierce beast, not daring to move a muscle.

Meng Yao’s life principle had always been whatever comes for her, not to drag her family and friends into it.

"I, I..." Qingping stuttered.

"Little girl, the martial world is dangerous. It won’t let you run wild just because you throw around a few tough words!" Meng Yao’s imposing momentum dissipated, back to her usual smiling demeanor.

At this moment, the woman finally understood that they’d hit an iron plate. Just now, if this woman wanted to kill, Qingping would already be a corpse.

"Qingping, sit back down." The woman spoke with difficulty, enduring the severe itching all over her body.

Though Qingping was still somewhat indignant, she didn’t dare to keep up her bravado and obediently sat back next to the woman.

"You all sit down too," the woman added.

The four strong men put away their weapons and sat back down.

"What do you want to know?" the woman asked Meng Yao.

"Your organization, what do you do?" Meng Yao asked.

"Nothing much, just taking in some homeless people," the woman said.

"Homeless?"

"Women who have been persecuted and children abandoned by their families as soon as they were born," the woman said.

"So you’re saying your organization is doing good deeds?" Meng Yao laughed.

If that were truly the case, why would people like Wu Kong exist? How would she be sitting here, facing them?

Are they just trying to give themselves a good name, or are they self-proclaiming justice?

"With so many people taken in, we have to think about living issues," the woman became somewhat angry, feeling Meng Yao’s sarcasm. "We can’t live in poverty without food or drink, right?"

"So your solution to the problem is to make money using people like Wu Kong? Or even human trafficking?" Meng Yao spoke leisurely.

The woman’s face turned a bit ugly, "The people we take away are all those who don’t live well in their original homes. We take them away to give them a better life. At least, their new home is much better than the original one for them."

Summarizing the main idea: I’m trafficking you for your own good, and you should be grateful, not resentful.

"If that’s true, why use such methods?" Meng Yao scoffed, "Why don’t you just state your intentions directly?"

How well they live, isn’t that judgment based on their limited understanding?

The woman was at a loss for words.

Now Meng Yao had a rough understanding of this organization.

"Let me ask you, are there many people like Wu Kong?" Meng Yao asked.

The woman didn’t respond.

"So there must be more than one." Meng Yao said.

Meng Yao had a sense of it now. There are many subordinates like this, but few with talents like Wu Kong. That’s why they approached her. Firstly, to vent their frustration. Secondly, to recruit her into their ranks.

They were a bit keen on her intelligence and talents.

Meng Yao suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.

When it comes to intelligence, she really isn’t much.

During the confrontation with Wu Kong, it was entirely the system secretly aiding her.

This time, without the system, she wasn’t confident she could turn the situation around so quickly.

"So where are we going?" Meng Yao asked.

"Qingzhou," the woman replied.

My goodness, that’s far enough.

"Your headquarters?"

The woman’s eyes showed pride, "No, just a branch."

It seemed that this so-called sect was indeed not small in scale.

"What is your status in this branch?" Meng Yao asked again.

"My father is one of the right protectors of the branch," Qingping replied eagerly. "When we get to Qingzhou, I’m sure my father has a way to cure the poison in my mom."

One of the right protectors? That means there are several right protectors. Surely, there must be left protectors too. It made Meng Yao want to laugh inexplicably.

"Your father is impressive," Meng Yao followed up on Qingping’s words.

The young girl was delighted, "Of course, my father is capable. Who knows, he might even become a branch protector in the future!"

"Qingping!" the woman scolded, "Watch your words."

Alright, so it seems this is another case of a child trying to surprise their parent.

The tone was unmistakably like the kind Meng Yao knew: ’My dad is XX.’

"Mom, what are you afraid of? This time, it’s all our people." Qingping didn’t think much of it.

Young girl, people’s hearts are treacherous. What you think are your people may not all be your people, you know.

Double agents, spy within a spy’s ring, know about it.

"Do you think I look good?" Meng Yao suddenly spoke.

Qingping instinctively looked at Meng Yao, and soon, her gaze became dazed.

The woman wanted to do something, but as soon as Meng Yao said, "You’re very sleepy now."

She couldn’t even feel the itch on her body anymore, just kept thinking about sleeping.

She indeed quickly leaned against the carriage wall and closed her eyes.

As for the four men, the system used its energy to temporarily control them. Relying on Meng Yao alone, it wouldn’t be possible to use hypnosis to control so many people at once. (PS: Although hypnosis is amazing, it isn’t so magical. For the sake of the plot, please don’t criticize.)

Meng Yao fed everyone strong sleeping pills produced by the system, knocking them out.

As for the driver outside, he would never have dreamed that six people in the carriage couldn’t overpower one woman.

Meng Yao communicated with the system, asking it to control the driver.

In the end, the system said it was out of energy.

It secretly coveted that round wooden plaque, which Meng Yao refused without mercy.

It’s just one person left. Could she not handle it?

"Stop the carriage, stop, I need to relieve myself." Meng Yao knocked on the carriage wall.

Then the voice of the previous woman resounded, "Stop it."

Ventriloquism, although Meng Yao couldn’t say she was an expert, she was competent enough. At least, in this situation, it was sufficient to get by.

Accompanied by the sound of "whoa," the carriage stopped.

The man lifted the curtain, and Meng Yao attacked directly.

The man reacted quickly, pushing off the carriage shafts with a foot and flying backward into the air.

Clearly, this person knew genuine martial arts, even the kind involving inner strength.

"I might not beat him. If you don’t help, I might die here, and then..." Meng Yao communicated with the system as she chased forward.

[Host, it’s not that I don’t want to help, but my energy is indeed limited. I already consumed most of it just now, and now I only have a little left to maintain my operation. If I used it to assist you, I wouldn’t be able to function and would be destroyed directly.]

The system’s voice was a bit aggrieved.

Although it wanted to take advantage, it was telling the truth.

No strength to help.

Meng Yao judged that the system was not lying, so she focused on entangling with that person.

The driver, as Meng Yao had judged, was indeed highly skilled in martial arts.

Meng Yao wielded a dagger, while the man’s weapon was a long sword.

Unable to get close, Meng Yao was suppressed.

The man probably also worried about the people in the carriage, so he didn’t dare to go all out against Meng Yao. Even so, Meng Yao ended up with several wounds.