Facing the boss's wife who was full of grief and anger, Meng Zhao acted very casually and said with a smile.

“It’s right, my behavior doesn’t look very glorious.

But if not, how can you be obedient like a female hero who is ready to die?"

Meng Zhao never narrowly defines himself as a hero, a villain, a hero is open and honest, but he is too majestic and upright, but he is easily plotted against; a villain is despicable and shameless, but he is too involved in conspiracy and is easily trapped in a vicious circle and cannot achieve a great climate.

He never believed that heroes are always bright and villains are always dark, because man himself is a very complex and contradictory creature, and everything he does is only from his own heart to seek the greatest benefit for himself.

It may be more appropriate to describe him as a hero.

Just like when targeting this boss lady, he knew that the other party was not afraid of death and would choose death to block the possibility of secret disclosure, so he had to take down the other party in such a disgraceful way.

Facts have also proved that Meng Zhao's approach was not wrong. At least this woman can only enjoy her mouth. Everything else cannot be controlled by her own, and she can't even do it even if she wants to die.

The boss lady watched Meng Zhao approaching him, Mingli's eyes were full of hatred and unwillingness. Of course, uncontrollable fear and panic were indispensable.

Meng Zhao walked to the woman, pushed her gently, and threw Xiao Nan's body, which was originally leaning against the boss's wife, to the side. Then he reached out and pinched her smooth and thin neck very evilly, and slowly exerted force.

It is conceivable that a tall and strong man, reaching out to pinch the neck of a beautiful woman with a beautiful face and a hot figure, is very impactful.

The breathing became tense and difficult. The strong sense of suffocation quickly filled the woman's heart, and her eyes turned involuntarily. She was about to die of suffocation, but Meng Zhao suddenly let go of her palm.

When Meng Zhao made this move, Dahuzi and Zhuer were frightened. Although they couldn't bear it, they didn't dare to persuade them at all. Whether they were afraid or indifferent, they were unwilling to face Meng Zhao with such momentum and appearance.

Especially the bearded man, he felt that Meng Zhao's strong spirit was not much different from the genius masters he met.

Giving the boss's wife a strong sense of death pressure and suffocation, Meng Zhao did not rush to force her and asked something, but suddenly turned around and left her where she was, as if she was not planning to do anything to her for the time being.

This seems a bit inexplicable, but in fact it is also a means of psychological game. After all, what can be seen is often not scary, and what is mysterious is the most terrifying.

Furthermore, the boss’s wife was able to put life and death aside before, and she could not rule out a temporary fever. Give her some time. When she calmed down, Meng Zhao believed that there would be better results.

Of course, while the boss's wife was calm, Meng Zhao planned to deal with another person and forced him to ask for some information about his current life safety.

When I arrived at the gate of the tavern, the cold wind blew in and hit people's faces, as sharp as a knife.

Lu Haochun, who was lying on the ground and breathing slowly, saw Meng Zhao walking towards him, and was excitedly coughing out bleeding, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

The bearded man and Zhu'er faced Meng Zhao who was coming towards him, and did not dare to breathe for a moment. They hurriedly went to the side, looking as if they were respectful and afraid of Meng Zhao.

Ignoring the two, Meng Zhao came to Lu Haochun and squatted down very simply. He was less than one foot away from the seriously injured and disabled disciple of the Demon Lord Palace. His eyes narrowed into crescent moons and said with a smile.

"Scholar Lu Haochun, let's call you Scholar Lu! I heard that Scholar Lu, you have been looking for me?

I don’t know what happened, can I tell Mr. Meng?”

He showed unprecedented affableness, but Lu Haochun was only physically injured, but his brain was not dementia or physical pain, which stimulated him to become more and more active.

He knew that he had no essential difference between falling into the hands of the boss lady and his group and falling into Meng Zhao. In short, the hope of survival was very slim, but he had to strive for this slim hope.

"Ahem, yes, the villain is just acting on the order of his master, and he has no intention of being unfavorable to Mr. Meng."

The man was under the short eaves and had to bow his head. Even when facing Xu Laizi's candidate saint son in the Demon Lord Hall, he never called him "Master", but when facing Meng Zhao, he lowered his head.

Self-esteem, vanity, resentment, hatred, and other emotions do not help him at the moment. Only by shameless flattery and please the other party can he survive.

Meng Zhao smiled even more cheerfully, stretching out his long fingers and pressing them on the hilt of the short sword that penetrated Lu Haochun's abdomen was not very strong, but the friction and tear brought by the feeling of friction made Lu Haochun exhale and the corners of his eyes almost cracked.

After a burst of rapid panting, Lu Haochun used his lifelong perseverance to endure the pain and showed Meng Zhao a smile that was even more distorted and ugly than crying.

"Hiss, Mr. Meng, are you?"

Meng Zhao looked at the tearing of the other party's abdominal wound and bleeding, and restrained his smile. He didn't look obvious, but it made people feel stressed.

"Your master is Qianjiao. The purpose of his request to come to me is to capture me. This is what you said is nothing against me? It seems that you are very loyal to Qianjiao."

Lu Haochun's heart immediately skipped a beat. He never thought that Meng Zhao not only knew his origin, but even said the existence of his master, but also knew their purpose. Is this an internal thief?

Before he could guess which bastard leaked the news, Lu Haochun cried and said in pain,

"This is all the orders given by the old thief Qianjiao. The villain just obeys the order. Master Meng Mingjian, Master Meng Mingjian.

The young man now wants nothing but a chance to survive. What do you want to know? The villain knows everything and speaks everything."

Meng Zhao then patted Lu Haochun's shoulder with satisfaction.

"A person who knows the times is a hero. You are a smart person, very good.

I have to know that there are more to say, and there are not more to say, and there are not more to say. Let’s start with the specific arrangements for this action.

Where are the Qianjiao people, who are under their hands, where are they distributed... and what are your contact information, tell them all, no matter how big or small."

Lu Haochun immediately realized that although the other party knew that they were pursuing him, he didn't know much.

This is why I want to ask him for more specific information.

Can this help him bargain?

However, when Lu Haochun and Meng Zhao looked at each other's purple pupils that looked different from ordinary people, all the little thoughts disappeared immediately, suppressing all kinds of complex emotions, and enduring the pain,

"Return to Mr. Meng, the old thief Qianjiao should be hiding in Datong Town at this time..."
Chapter completed!