Chapter 171: The Art of Finishing Meng Liang (VIII)

Recalling their torture to their past captives, the guards could think of nothing save the ghosts that had lived in their hearts all these years.

They panicked. In an instant, an acute pain fell on the back of their necks. The force seemed to run through their bodies and up to their eyes to block their sight. Before they could make any sound, their heavy eyelids closed. They could not tell exactly what had happened. Their bodies fell the moment they lost consciousness.

Bang! Bang! The unconscious men hit the ground.

Jiang Pengji was hanging on the roof upside down with her feet clinging to the edge. Then, her waist made some efforts to bring her entire body up, her hands tightly grasping the cornice. Her feet were free again. After a quiet jump, she was in front of the storage room.

She kicked the fainted guards aside and broke the door altogether.

Behind the door, Meng Liang bent further inwards on the floor as nervousness and fear rose to the extreme. Cold wind rushed in as the door was removed, causing him to have goosebumps. He shivered.

With the aid of the dim moonlight, Meng Liang could see a shape other than the two guards. He thought with relief that it was his guard and resumed his usual insolence towards Jiang Pengji. He protested with angry “hm-hm” sounds. One could imagine what he meant to say with that outrageous glare.

Jiang Pengji was once again the patient cousin. She looked at him with concern and was ready to loosen the ropes that tied his arms and legs when something forceful darted at her.

The audience, who had noticed it immediately, alerted her.

Dashu Xiaobing: “Oh my god! Host, watch out!”

At the same time, Jiang Pengji had found an end of the rope. The blade almost reached her back when she made an abrupt turn to avoid it. The metal cut Meng Liang’s arm instead.

“Urgh—” Meng Liang let out a grating moan.

Meng Hun’s companions knew their leader very well after the battles they had fought together. Without a single word, they comprehended his cues and acted strategically. Meng Hun would occupy Jiang Pengji. Meanwhile, the others would take Meng Liang away.

The viewers were furious.

Yuyu Yecheng: “This is unfair!”

Bufu Nilaidawoa: “Careful, Host! I think they’re kidnapping Meng Liang.”

Liuyue Xiesandao: “Come on! Give them a blow! I know you’ll win.”

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If they could, they would have crawled into their computer screens to help. They were like ants killing an elephant.

Meng Hun supposed Jiang Pengji was a guard of the Meng’s. Thinking of his old master, he avoided fatal points on her body. He could not defeat Jiang Pengji, even with all his strength, so his consideration only placed him at a greater disadvantage. Jiang Pengji blocked his companions’ attempts several times while staving off Meng Hun’s attacks.

Meng Liang, the reason for the fight, no longer wore arrogance and pride on his face. He was dropping his head as low as possible to protect himself. His arm was already injured and precious blood streamed out of it.

He would punish the guard after they escaped. His family did not need a useless man that could not even protect him after he had been trained for years. He had no gratitude for the guard who was defending him with his own life, for everything was bought by the Meng’s with the food and shelter they provided. What Meng Liang observed was that he failed to perform his duty. Now, the dear langjun of the house was hurt and the guard had to pay a high price for it.

Meng Hun continued his fight with his opponent, who was wearing black clothes. However, his motions were too straightforward to parry Jiang Pengji, whose moves were light and unpredictable. There was no doubt that he could not defeat her without doing his best.

Let’s end this, Jiang Pengji thought to herself. Then, she grabbed a bunch of wood in the room and pretended to attack Meng Hun’s companions. The military chief instinctively stopped to protect his brothers.

In the next second, he knew it would be no good.

She struck his wrist. His arm was instantaneously insensible. Jiang Pengji took away his blade, locked his arms behind his back, and exerted overwhelming force on his shoulders so that he could not stand up.

“Freeze! I’ll kill this man if any of you make a move!” Jiang Pengji held the blade against Meng Hun’s neck. His companions had caught Meng Liang, but they immediately froze in their positions.

“How dare you!” an apprehended man yelled.

“Ha! Those who can threaten me are either dead or not yet born. What makes you think I dare not?” Despite her mask, her voice remained recognizable. Two people were shocked when she spoke: one was Meng Liang, and the other was Meng Hun.

The former found out that she was no guard, while the latter gasped as he recollected whose voice it was.

Jiang Pengji seemed to have noticed Meng Hun’s strange reaction and asked, “Who are you?”

Meng Hun lowered his voice and told the other men, “Nevermind me. Kill that bastard!”

“No, we cannot do it. I’m sorry, chief!” To the men, even a thousand Meng Liang’s were not worth hurting a strand of Meng Hun’s hair.

It came to a standstill. At last, Jiang Pengji shook her head and sighed, trying to make peace before releasing Meng Hun. “Why are you coming after my cousin? I’m sure a young lady like her doesn’t have strong enemies like you. Is there any misunderstanding? If there is, I, Liu Xi, can apologize for you to my cousin.”

Meng Hun frowned. That was really the langjun he had met the other day.

He questioned, “How would he be your cousin?”

Jiang Pengji’s tone changed. “How did you know about his gender? Are you the ones that my cousin said were chasing after him? So he escaped his homeland because of you?”