Chapter 902: Wu Zhishang

"Planning to never admit it, huh? Bring them over, strip her of her clothes; the pill must be hidden on her body!"

Huang Mao waved his hand arrogantly, the men behind him, hearing him, rolled up their sleeves and closed in on Ye Qingran with hostile faces.

"I said I didn't steal the pill; are you sure you still want to continue?"

Huang Mao gave a cold smile, "You clueless stinking woman, you're truly rotten, daring to steal even our young master's pill! Here's the deal: if you obediently hand over the pill and kneel with your child to kowtow a hundred times for us, we'll let it go."

"Miss, you'd better comply, otherwise you'll lose your life!"

"Exactly! Who doesn't know that the young master of White Horse Temple is a ruthless figure; crossing him guarantees you won't get away alive!"

"Miss, a person should value self-awareness!"

Every diner nearby urged Ye Qingran, hoping she would be sensible, hand over the pill, and then kowtow in apology.

Xiao Hu Xiao Chen seemed already accustomed to such scenes; faced with Huang Mao and others' provocation, she remained calm, only when looking at them did a hint of sympathy flash in her eyes.

Sigh, why does this world always have some short-sighted people?

Offending anyone is bad enough, but to offend their mother—it's like seeking trouble on purpose.

Enough, enough; the pitiful must have something hateful about them!

"Your idea isn't bad," Ye Qingran said seriously, nodding.

Huang Mao, thinking Ye Qingran had agreed, smiled with satisfaction, "Since you have self-awareness, hand over the pill quickly and then kneel to kowtow!"

"Did you misunderstand something? You're the ones who should be kowtowing, aren't you?"

Huang Mao was stunned, then erupted, "You slut, how dare you play me!"

Ye Qingran suddenly turned her face, her expression icy, raised her hand and, with a single wave, knocked everyone to the ground effortlessly.

"Ouch~"

The five rolled on the ground wailing; this scene shocked countless onlookers.

I thought she was a weak woman with no strength, but her power is astonishing!

"Stinky woman, you're courting death! My young master won't let you go!"

Ye Qingran ignored it, her voice icy, "Kneel and kowtow a hundred times to my aunt, or don't expect to leave here alive today!"

What a big mouth!

Is this woman crazy?

These people are Wu Zhishang's men!

"Make you, this stinky woman, kowtow? You think you're worthy?"

Huang Mao sat up, glaring at Ye Qingran with uncontainable fury, flames of anger blazing in his eyes.

Snap~

A slap landed on Huang Mao's face, spitting out a mouthful of blood; his teeth clattered to the ground, and his face instantly swelled into a bun.

"Enough chatter, I'll twist your head off!"

How brutal!

Someone tried to flee, but Ye Qingran struck their knee with a single chopstick; they fell to the ground, landing like a dog eating feces.

"Kowtow or descend to hell, you choose yourself."

Ye Qingran, seated like a big boss, strategized calmly.

Huang Mao and the others were reluctant, yet realized Ye Qingran was a master; unwillingly they knelt and kowtowed to her.

Everyone was stunned.

Wu Zhishang has always been arrogant; as the young master of White Horse Temple and a disciple of the White Tiger Palace, one of the Four Spirit Academies, he is beyond most people's reach, ruling tyrannically in Wànlíng Chéng—who dares to provoke him?

Anyone who dares to move against him must be ready for retaliation!

Huang Mao clenched his teeth, vowing to avenge this grievance; after returning, he would seek the young master to exact justice, intending to tear this woman and her child to pieces!

Huang Mao and the others kowtowed a hundred times in one breath, blood streaming from their foreheads.

Just as they finished kowtowing, a harsh shout came from outside the door.

"Which short-sighted fool dared to move my men, Wu Zhishang's people?"

The voice thundered like a sudden lightning strike; everyone instinctively looked toward the doorway, seeing a man in his twenties stride in.

The young man's face was grim, his stature tall yet gaunt, giving an extremely unsettling impression.

When Wu Zhishang arrived, Huang Mao and the others were beyond excited, as if they'd found a lifeline.

"Young master, we're here!"

Wu Zhishang happened to be nearby; someone tipped him off, so he rushed over—not out of concern for his subordinates, but because someone dared to act against his people in Wànlíng Chéng, essentially slapping his face!

"What exactly is happening?" Wu Zhishang asked, looking at Huang Mao and the others, their faces smeared with blood; Huang Mao's visage was so distorted he almost couldn't recognize him.

"Young master, this woman stole your pill; we asked her to return it, but she not only refused, she also attacked us!"

"Pill?"

Wu Zhishang's eyes flickered briefly, then he quickly grasped the situation.

He hadn't lost any pill at all; it was all fabricated by Huang Mao. This isn't the first time—his subordinates, under his name, deceive and cheat, and he wouldn't say a word.

Wu Zhishang's gaze landed on Ye Qingran, a flash of astonishment in his eyes.

Could such a beautiful woman exist in this world?

The Temple's Princess of the Rainbow Gown is already considered the most beautiful in the world, and this woman surpasses her by three points!

A lewd thought surfaced in his mind.

Such a beautiful woman, if only...

"My pill—did you steal it?"

Wu Zhishang suppressed his lewd thought and asked in a deep voice.

"I don't want to repeat the same question a second time."

"Bold! You stinky woman, who gave you the right to speak to my young master that way? When you see my young master, why aren't you kneeling? Are you getting too comfortable with life?"

With Wu Zhishang's backing, Huang Mao's courage rose again.

"That slap just now didn't wake you up?"

Thinking of that slap, Huang Mao's heart still trembled, and he fell silent at once.

"Since that's the case, words alone aren't enough. You and I will go to the upstairs room, strip off your clothes, and let me give you a thorough inspection!" Wu Zhishang pointed upstairs and said seriously.

Everyone around, who still can't catch the hidden meaning?

If Ye Qingran follows Wu Zhishang upstairs, she'll be a lamb walking straight into a tiger's mouth.

Alas, such a beautiful woman about to be ravaged like this—poor two children!

At that moment, Ye Qingran suddenly stood up.