Lao Chen and Lao Jin, you two wait in line

Xu Mu and Chen Xuan came over together. Xu Mu first looked at the woman from the Jiuli tribe.

"Are you the person in charge here?"

Xu Mu asked, looking at her.

She was tall and slender, as if no woman from the Jiuli tribe was short.

However, her eyes were black, and her hair was also black, clearly a deliberate disguise.

The local police captain, seeing Xu Mu and the others arrive, immediately said, "You talk with them. I’m just here to notify you; we’re leaving now."

Miao Qing turned her head to look at Xu Mu and walked toward him.

Xu Mu and Chen Xuan both sized her up. Her black hair was simply tied up, revealing a slightly cold face.

"May I ask who you people are? What exactly happened to my company?"

Miao Qing stopped in front of Xu Mu, crossing her arms as she asked.

"A fugitive has gotten into your place."

Xu Mu said to Miao Qing in a low voice. "Let’s talk somewhere private."

Miao Qing nodded slightly. She lowered her hands and followed Xu Mu and Chen Xuan to a small garden nearby.

"You said a fugitive got into our place? I can take you to the surveillance room right now. Our food factory’s cameras cover every corner."

Miao Qing’s tone was calm. She saw no reason to grovel before these people.

Her food factory ranked among the top five in tax revenue in this county every year. Everyone who met her was courteous.

"This fugitive is no ordinary one. She’s from the Jiuli tribe."

Xu Mu said softly. "Ever heard of it? Descendants of Chiyou."

Hearing this, Miao Qing’s face changed abruptly, but she quickly composed herself.

"Jiuli tribe? Are you writing a novel? Looking for inspiration here at my place?"

"It’s true. And she’s a woman of the Jiuli tribe."

Xu Mu continued in a low voice. "Legend says Jiuli women are all promiscuous, experts in the art of seduction. Our sect came here this time to get a firsthand experience."

"That’s right. Brother Mu and I are planning to have a go with her."

Chen Xuan chimed in with a smile.

"You’re full of crap! Jiuli women…"

Miao Qing started to speak but suddenly shut her mouth.

"Jiuli women what?"

Xu Mu looked at Miao Qing with a smile and asked.

"I… I mean, even if she is a Jiuli woman, it’s not right for you men to badmouth her behind her back."

Miao Qing paused briefly, then quickly explained.

"I told you! The Jiuli tribe is our enemy. When I find her, I’ll use my heavenly-grade skill, Magnetic Levitation, and my other heavenly-grade skill, Britain’s once glorious nickname, to deal with her."

Xu Mu said to Miao Qing.

Chen Xuan gave a thumbs-up. "Brother Mu, that skill of yours has some serious weight to it."

"Then when I find this Jiuli woman, I’ll give you a live demonstration."

Xu Mu nodded at Chen Xuan.

"You’re asking for death!"

Miao Qing couldn’t take the insult any longer.

The Jiuli tribe was proud. If she endured this humiliation, she’d betray her ancestors.

She clenched her fists, released her qi abruptly, and threw a punch at Xu Mu’s face.

Seeing this, Chen Xuan kicked Miao Qing in the waist, sending her flying.

Xu Mu smiled. "Why are you so worked up about me insulting the Jiuli tribe? Or could it be that you’re the Jiuli woman herself?"

As Xu Mu spoke, Tong Guoguo and Jin Mo, who had sensed the qi being released, came over as well.

They surrounded Miao Qing.

"I’m your mother!"

A golden light appeared around Miao Qing’s body.

But at that moment, Tong Guoguo flashed in front of Miao Qing and punched her in the stomach.

Boom!

A blast rang out in the air. Miao Qing’s body shook violently, as if struck by lightning, and she couldn’t move.

With a thud, she collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this, Xu Mu said hurriedly, "Guoguo, don’t hit too hard. She’s only at the late stage of the Divine Ability realm."

"Don’t worry, she won’t die."

Tong Guoguo crossed her arms and said indifferently.

Xu Mu pulled Miao Qing up from the ground and helped her to the side wall of the factory.

He grabbed her black hair, sniffed it carefully, then smiled. "Looks like you’ve been here a long time—your hair is dyed."

Miao Qing was still gasping heavily, not yet recovered from the blow.

Xu Mu’s hand reached for Miao Qing’s eyes. She instinctively closed them.

But Xu Mu still pried open her eyelid and took out a black contact lens.

Seeing this red iris, Jin Mo finally understood. "So she’s from the Jiuli tribe!"

He was secretly amazed. No wonder it was Xu Mu—he found the Jiuli woman immediately.

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Miao Qing took a deep breath and finally recovered a bit. She snapped, "You bastards! Kill me if you want. Do you think I’m afraid of you?"

"Don’t worry, we’re not the good guys."

Xu Mu smiled at Miao Qing. "I ask, and you answer. Otherwise, I’ll have to use my two ultimate techniques."

"Shameless descendants of Yanhuang! I won’t tell you anything!"

Miao Qing glared coldly at Xu Mu.

"I won’t ask about the Jiuli tribe. I don’t care about your affairs."

Xu Mu paused, then continued, "You, a Jiuli woman, what illegal business are you running here?"

"Who says I’m breaking the law? Our company is fully compliant. The instant noodles we produce are famous around here."

Miao Qing shot a glare at Xu Mu.

"Brother Xu, that’s true. This instant noodle factory has been open for nearly twenty years. I used to buy their crispy noodles all the time when I was a kid."

Jin Mo added from the side.

"Nearly twenty years?"

Xu Mu thought about it. If the Jiuli tribe had been entrenched here for twenty years without leaving, then the ruins at this spot might be very hard to deal with.

Of course, it could also mean the treasure inside was so valuable they couldn’t bear to part with it.

"Miao Qing, where’s your office? Let’s have a chat."

Xu Mu suddenly said to the woman.

"I’m not going! Say whatever you want here."

Miao Qing wasn’t about to fall for that. If she followed him into a room, what if he did something to her? She knew—most descendants of Yanhuang cared about their reputation, so he wouldn’t dare go too far here.

"Fine, I’ll be straight with you. There’s a ruin in this factory. Your purpose here is the treasure inside, right?"

Xu Mu stared into Miao Qing’s eyes. "Lao Jin just said you’ve been here nearly twenty years. Old Chen, guess why they haven’t left."

"Two most likely possibilities: the treasure can’t be moved and can only be used here, or they still haven’t found the treasure inside the ruins."

Chen Xuan answered without hesitation.

"Not bad. But I lean toward the latter. Twenty years, even if it couldn’t be moved, they should have used it up by now—especially since your strength isn’t that great."

Xu Mu stared at Miao Qing. "Am I right?"

"I’m not telling you anything."

Miao Qing clenched her fists.

Xu Mu grinned. "Then I won’t waste time. Guoguo, look away. Old Chen, Lao Jin, line up."