Chapter 1239 - 1239: Don't Listen to Her

After a while, an eye-catching informant in the room spoke up, "I think, perhaps we should first find someone to see if we can rescue them.

If we can save her, that's obviously the best. If not, then try to eliminate the threat by silencing them.

Of course, someone as stubborn as her is hard to cultivate, so we should focus on rescue first."

Xiao Feng nodded in satisfaction, feeling that Wang Tingwei truly was a multi-talented person.

Not only excelling as a Master of Tea Art and Yin Yang Master,

but also handling the role of an informant with ease.

"Since that's the case, then get ready to spread the word."

Wang Tingwei agreed with a "Got it."

After she finished speaking, there was a slight noise from the floor.

Following the sound, they saw Meng Ke'Er lying on the ground, panting like she had just done something exhausting, her eyes blinking rapidly.

"Do you know what Miss Meng means by this?" Xiao Feng looked at Wang Tingwei.

Wang Tingwei leaned in to examine, touched her smooth chin, and answered, "It seems like a provocation, daring you to spread the word if you can."

Xiao Feng almost burst out laughing but held back, looking at the wide-eyed Meng Ke'Er, he asked, "Miss Meng, is that so?"

Meng Ke'Er blinked twice silently, indicating a no.

"Then are you willing to cooperate?" Xiao Feng probed further, sensing an opportunity.

Meng Ke'Er hesitated for a long time, finally blinking once.

However, Xiao Feng wasn't pleased.

This blink didn't mean Meng Ke'Er planned to be another informant like Wang Tingwei from the Tea Master Training Class.

The most likely scenario was a delaying tactic, waiting for the effects of the anesthetic to wear off to come up with a plan.

With this thought, Xiao Feng unhesitatingly took out an Antitoxic Pill and shoved it into Meng Ke'Er's mouth.

While it's important to maintain the fine tradition of frugality, there are times when you shouldn't cut corners.

Just like now; although persistence may not guarantee a breakthrough, as long as there's hope, it's worth trying!

After waiting quietly for five minutes, Xiao Feng asked again, "Tell me who your master is and where they are now?"

He added with emphasis, "Don't play dumb. I know as well as you do whether you can speak now!"

Meng Ke'Er opened her mouth, her brows furrowing into a "川" shape, "I don't know the master's name. He always wears a mask, so I can't describe his appearance.

As for where he is, the master never lets anyone know.

He might be right outside the door or far away.

Anyway, the master is everywhere!"

Seeing her proud face, Xiao Feng almost wanted to punch it.

Everywhere, my foot!

Turning hiding like a mouse into something grandiose, it's shameless to the extreme!

Next to him, Wang Tingwei swiftly switched from an informant to Yin Yang Master, mocking, "From your previous behavior, I thought you were something special.

Turns out, you're not that valued after all."

"Even if I'm not valued, it's not your place—a traitorous wretch—to tell me what to do," Meng Ke'Er retorted.

"You!"

Wang Tingwei immediately fumed, raising her right hand high, but it was like she was hit with a Body Stabilization Technique, unable to bring it down for a long time.

Meng Ke'Er sneered, "Come on! Hit me!

If you don't dare slap me today, it means you admit you're a wretch!"

Wang Tingwei took deep breaths, looking to Xiao Feng for a signal.

Xiao Feng pondered for a moment, then gently nodded.

Recognizing the informant's improvement, he was content to let her have her moment.

And almost the instant he nodded, a crisp snap resounded.

"Slap!"

The slap was undeniably real.

Meng Ke'Er's left cheek bore a clear, red handprint, swelling visibly, with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, leaving her looking quite wretched.

A moment later, Meng Ke'Er pushed against the floor with her hands, glaring at Wang Tingwei, cursing, "Even after hitting me, you're still a wretch!

One day, you'll find life unbearable, unable to die, paying for your betrayal!"

A chilling glint flashed in Wang Tingwei's eyes. She raised her arm, saying, "Then I'll hit you until you can't curse anymore!"

Yet as her hand neared Meng Ke'Er's face, Xiao Feng intervened to stop it.

Recognizing this, Wang Tingwei wisely didn't insist, withdrew her arm, stepped back, and stood aside, ready for further orders.

Xiao Feng pondered momentarily, then asked, "Can you contact your master?"

"It's all single line communication. When he needs something from me, he sends someone to contact me." Meng Ke'Er responded fluently.

"Very well." Xiao Feng nodded slowly, suddenly saying, "Go spread the news!"

Wang Tingwei immediately agreed, quickly heading toward the door, as if afraid Xiao Feng would change his mind if she was any slower.

Meng Ke'Er panicked, quickly saying, "Wait a minute!"

However, Wang Tingwei wouldn't listen, acting as if she hadn't heard, even quickening her pace.

In a hurry, Meng Ke'Er turned to Xiao Feng, a tone of pleading in her voice, "Make her stop!"

"Stop." Xiao Feng calmly uttered.

Wang Tingwei, already at the door with one foot outside, hesitated, obediently stepping back in, and returned, looking regretful and disappointed.

It seemed she was blaming herself for not being faster.

Meng Ke'Er took a deep breath and said, "I might not be able to contact the master, but I can tell you everything I know."

"In exchange for letting you go?"

"No!" Meng Ke'Er pointed at Wang Tingwei, "I just want her handed over to me."

Wang Tingwei's face changed, hurriedly saying, "Don't listen to her. Even if you agree, she might not tell the truth.

From how she calls him 'master,' don't you realize?

She'll surely try to mislead you with false information!"

At this moment, Wang Tingwei was anxious.

She couldn't guarantee whether Xiao Feng would agree to Meng Ke'Er's terms.

Thus, her address shifted from "you" to "you" more formally.

Without waiting for Xiao Feng's response, Meng Ke'Er continued, "I'm sure Mr. Xiao can see that I know far more than that wretch who slapped me just now.

If you agree to hand her over to me, I promise to tell you everything I'm holding back, truthfully."

Xiao Feng's gaze moved several times between Wang Tingwei and Meng Ke'Er, and he couldn't help but laugh.

They say it takes three women to make a drama, but the reality proves only two are needed to give him a headache.

Of course, it could be worse.

Like the young girl who can stage multiple dramas on her own, directing, scripting, and acting.

The brilliance of which goes without saying; Xiao Feng has long been accustomed to it.