Chapter 1147 - 1119: What to Do When You Have a Pig-Headed Teammate

Chapter 1147: Chapter 1119: What to Do When You Have a Pig-Headed Teammate

"Luckily, I have what the boss left me." Aka pulled out something she had prepared from her pocket.

Zheng Xu snorted as soon as he heard her mention this boss again.

"Do you really trust that old man?"

"The boss isn’t old, he’s even sleeker and younger looking than my brothers; I think he’s forever 18." Aka idolizes the boss the most.

She couldn’t wait to open the pouch, and Zheng Xu sourly commented from the side.

"What benefits did that old man give you to make you so loyally serve him?"

"He saved my life; without him, I’d be dead." Aka replied calmly while opening the pouch.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Xu felt a chill in his heart.

He had heard from Qian that Aka used to be a covert agent, having weathered through trials, making it hard to imagine maintaining such a pure heart after all that.

As this thought flashed by, Zheng Xu still curiously craned his neck to look at what was written on the pouch.

"Look for the third brother... if the third brother can’t handle it, find the eldest brother..."

After reading it, Zheng Xu’s mouth twitched.

"Is this the awesome advice from your idol?"

Too much Journey to the West, huh!

But Aka was serious, "You don’t get it; my eldest brother is peculiar, only cares about money, not people, he’s a super green tea too. Without master’s orders, he won’t move. However, my third brother is easy to talk to, but when I called him a few days ago, he said he was in YMX’s rainforest looking for a medicine. The moon is full these days, so he’s definitely sticking around until it blooms."

"How many people are in your sect?"

"Four, counting me and my three brothers. If Qian comes, I’ll be the senior sister, hehe~"

"Where’s Zhu Bajie gone?"

"Oh, you mean second brother? She—ugh! You’re leading me astray; respect for the departed! How can you not honor those who’ve passed away!"

Silly girl! Zheng Xu watched her mutter while dialing a call, his lips curving up.

"Hey, eldest brother, it’s Aka. Where are you now? Can you come—$500,000? Haha, sure, come over, and I’ll give it to you."

Aka hung up with a sly grin.

"Master’s decree is here; let’s see how you demand money!"

...

Yu Minglang had already devised the rescue plan and was preparing to charge in from multiple directions when suddenly a white flag appeared inside.

Looking closely, it was actually a pair of white briefs tied to a small stick.

Yu Minglang signaled his men to be vigilant, with several teams and dozens of individuals composing themselves; the person holding the briefs shouted at the top of their lungs.

"We surrender! We’re turning ourselves in! Trading antiques is wrong; please grant us leniency!"

"Raise your hands and put them on your head!"

A group hurried to comply, lining up in succession. Yu Minglang scanned with his eyes and didn’t see Qian, causing him anxiety.

Someone went forward to capture them all, and at that moment, another voice emerged from inside.

"Let Yu Xiaoqiang in. I’ve got his wife!"

The voice trembled slightly as if frightened.

"I’m going in." Yu Minglang unhesitatingly intended to enter, but Qiao Zhen quickly stepped forward, securing a gun to his waist.

"Take this."

Yu Minglang entered alone, finding three people left in the vast warehouse. A middle-aged man was holding Qian hostage, and another shabby man, who had shoe prints on his face, held a knife, circling Qian and the middle-aged man.

"Help—" The middle-aged man was Pao, and before he could call for help, he felt something sharp against his waist. Qian threatened him with a needle hidden behind him, warning him she’d "deal with" him if he dared speak.

Terrified, the middle-aged man didn’t dare to speak. Seeing the weapon in Yu Minglang’s hand and his sturdy body, his inner thoughts almost reduced him to tears.

Help! He was just smuggling some relics, not worthy of this, the worst being this man and woman duo. Hurry, capture them!

But owing to the needle’s indescribable threat, he couldn’t utter a word.

"Are you Yu Xiaoqiang? Tsk tsk tsk!" Hu Zi pointed a knife at Yu Minglang.

According to Qian’s script, he now played Pao’s accomplice, tasked with intimidating Yu Minglang.

Qian originally wanted Hu Zi to go out with those people, but this guy stubbornly insisted on joining in and meeting the legendary War God, refusing to leave. Seeing Pao terrified to silence, Qian worried he’d botch the plan, thus permitting Hu Zi to stay.

Yu Minglang ignored Hu Zi, turning his gaze directly to Qian. Seeing her dusty but in good spirits and without obvious injuries, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I’m in; release her."

"Okay! I’ll re—re cannot!" Pao was threatened again by Qian, how he wished to escape this scary woman, but he couldn’t.

"Put down your gun; it’s unsettling." Hu Zi’s artistic zeal finally had room to play, his excitement skyrocketing.

Yet, Yu Minglang was watching Qian’s direction, his eyes narrowing.

His intuition told him something was distinctly wrong here.

"Hubby, save me." Afraid he’d perceive the issue, Qian urgently pleaded for rescue instead, causing Yu Minglang’s expression to tighten as he threw his weapons aside.

Except for the gun Qiao Zhen handed him upon entry.

"Release her."

"And if I don’t? Strip off your clothes for me, quick, strip!"

If looks could kill, Hu Zi would be dead from Qian’s intense glare at deviating from the script!

Yu Minglang stood firm, his fierce gaze swept across the people and the room.

At this moment, Qian felt a small drum play out inside her heart.

Yu Minglang now wasn’t the obedient Erha from home, he was like a sharp, solitary sovereign, owning fierce insight just by standing there.

Though capable of analyzing most people’s inner thoughts, she couldn’t with a serious Yu Minglang. Not until he donned his uniform and stood there did she grasp why Qio Yu Xuan made such assertions in his email.

The biggest challenge in treatment wasn’t Yu Minglang’s resistance to therapy, but people with such traits and self-control are extremely smart—the deception involved isn’t easy.

Besides this, there was another concern for Qian—

"Hey! Why so defiant? Didn’t you hear me? Strip! Who knows if you have a grenade hidden in your pants, strip now!"

Qian mentally sighed; how could her therapy proceed smoothly with such a botched ally?