"What are you trying to do?"
Qiao Hongyan, Han He, looked at Chen Jie with wary eyes; she always felt there was ill intent in his gaze.
Moreover, as the Yihong House brothel owner, she was particularly sensitive to certain looks.
But how could that be possible? They were the Dharma King’s direct disciples, with such esteemed status; how could they possibly agree to his indecent demands?
Yet only three people in all of Mianshui County could possibly help her smuggle out the military supplies urgently needed by the Northern Land Rebel Army.
The Fishing Guild Gang Leader, Nan Batian, Guild Cao Squad Leader, Liu Laoguai, and the man before her, White Tiger Hall Master, Chen Jiusi.
And seeking help from Nan Batian or Liu Laoguai was out of the question, for the outcome would certainly be disastrous.
Nan Batian was cunning and devoid of righteousness, and his rise to power was entirely due to Darugachi’s support.
Others may not know, but she, Qiao Hongyan, knew all too well.
When the old Fishing Guild Gang Leader was nearing death, only two people were qualified to take over: Peng Shizhong, who came from a genuine Fishing Guild background, and the notorious Nan Batian, who had betrayed his master and suffered the guild’s cruel "Three Blades and Six Holes" torture.
The guild members all supported Peng Shizhong, but Nan Batian shamelessly sought Darugachi’s support, and with his intervention, Nan Batian was thrust into power, leaving Peng Shizhong with only the White Tiger Hall. When speaking of genuine lineage within the guild, it was White Tiger Hall.
Such a man with no bottom lines, seeking his help would indeed be like a lamb walking into a tiger’s den.
As for Elder Liu, there was no need to mention it; his son had been assassinated by her, and approaching him would likely result in her immediate death unless by some grace he decided to uphold Jianghu codes.
After considering all this, it seemed that in Mianshui County, Chen Jiusi was the only one capable and influential enough to help them smuggle out the military supplies!
Thinking of this, Han He glanced at Chen Jie and saw a smile on his lips, as if he were waiting for her to walk into his trap.
Han He’s teeth clenched with irritation as she looked at her innocent younger sister, who sat there obliviously, unaware of the impending danger.
Her younger sister was good in many ways but was a bit foolish and often unable to discern the severity of situations.
Couldn’t she see the man’s predatory gaze? And yet there she was, looking utterly simple-minded.
Han He was exasperated. Han Lian seemed to sense her sister’s stare and turned to ask, "Hmm?"
Han He glared fiercely at her.
Feeling helpless inside, she bit down hard and said to Chen Jie, "I might agree, but she never will."
Chen Jie’s lips curved into a smile. "I want both."
Han He instantly slammed the table, her eyes blazing fire at Chen Jie, and shouted, "Impossible!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Jie’s expression changed. "So you refuse the deal?"
Han He asserted, "There’s no way we sisters will... Dream on!"
"That’s a pity. I’ve heard that twin sisters have a telepathic connection. I wanted to test it," Chen Jie said, his voice tinged with amusement.
Han He was burning with anger at this scoundrel’s audacious thoughts.
But just then, Han Lian spoke up, "Yes, we have telepathy. When we practice our..."
Han He broke down in frustration. Didn’t she realize what this good-for-nothing man was planning? Why would she discuss such things?
Ah, she really didn’t understand. My foolish sister, people want to devour you, and you’re discussing whether you taste good?
Han Lian felt wronged at her sister’s shout. You can kill me, but what right do you have to yell at me? Just because you’re the older sister? Bullying me...
I’ll ignore you both.
With that thought, Han Lian retreated into a daze.
This innocence was what her master, Han Dharma King, always praised in Han Lian.
He had said that although Han Lian might seem clueless, her martial arts achievements would surely surpass those of Han He.
Han He was clever, but she lacked the priceless innocence in martial arts.
And her master was right: despite having the same talent, Han Lian always learned faster than Han He.
Maybe it was because Han Lian’s little head was occupied with only two things: practicing martial arts and carrying out missions.
Because of her purity, she was stronger.
Chen Jie also noticed Han Lian at that moment, thinking she was quite cute when not on a killing spree.
With these thoughts, Han He said, "The two of us are impossible. If you really must, I... I might, but she can’t!"
"Why not?" demanded Chen Jie, looking at Han He who squinted back, "Because she’s naïve, clueless, and I understand it all."
"Heh... you really are a good older sister. In that case..."
Chen Jie’s voice suddenly intensified, and Han He’s eyes widened with determination, wrestling with whether to agree to his demands.
Should she sacrifice herself to the scoundrel for the victory of the rebel army, for the glory of the Holy Sect, for the future of the Han people?
She was prepared. If she, Han He, wouldn’t suffer this beast’s torment, who would? Let the fierce flames consume me; in life, there’s little joy, in death, little suffering, for the sake of the light alone.
If it came down to it, she’d kill the villain and then herself to preserve her honor!
Han He’s heart nearly spun a tragic, cinematic tale, awaiting Chen Jie’s judgment.
"You seem fearful?" observed Chen Jie.
"Cut the nonsense. Can you do this or not?" demanded Han He.
Chen Jie replied, "It’s doable, provided you and your sister agree to my terms."