Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1545 - 1538: Conflict in the Streets

Chapter 1545: Chapter 1538: Conflict in the Streets

Tangmo paid no mind to his words, instead, she gently brushed her cheek against his long ears. Luo’er’s elf ears were quite interesting; although they were long and drooping, they did not appear strange, but had a unique beauty instead. Tangmo never thought Luo’er’s ears were odd; on the contrary, whenever she made them turn bright red, she always felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

Being a half-elf, Luo’er only had his father’s hair, while his other features were almost identical to those of a Wood Elf. Elves naturally exuded a sense of purity, which was precisely why Tangmo was so infatuated with him.

"Moumou, stop it, you’re holding on too tightly," Luo’er pleaded with a flushed face. In that moment, he sensed a sudden change in Tangmo’s aura.

"Ah, the wicked woman has appeared, go away!" At this moment, Fulajie’er suddenly popped out of thin air, shouting loudly in their minds.

"Get lost, you damned third wheel!" Tangmo glared at her and complained angrily.

"Can’t you see Luo’er doesn’t want this?" Fulajie’er stood with her hands on her hips, asking indignantly.

"How do you know he doesn’t want it in his heart?" Tangmo said, pulling Luo’er’s face towards her with her hand, pressing their cheeks tightly together.

Both had delicate skin, but Tangmo felt like Luo’er’s skin was even better than her own, which, mixed with jealousy, made her even more excited.

"The wicked woman is going to devour Luo’er!" Fulajie’er, still a sheltered young girl upon witnessing this scene, immediately covered her eyes and screamed.

But even though she covered her eyes, she spread her fingers wide, insincerely peeping at the pair as if looking forward to what would happen next.

"Alright, alright, I’ve got my spirits up now, Momo, please let go of me, treat it as my plea to you," Luo’er struggled with a helpless expression.

"No, I’m going to deal with you today, to not eat the meat that’s right in front of my mouth, I’d be such a foolish sister," Tangmo said stubbornly, her desire evident at the bottom of her eyes.

"Hey, wicked woman, everyone trusts you, that’s why they let you serve as Luo’er’s attendant. If you keep acting like this, let someone else be the attendant, and you can go protect the four directions instead," Fulajie’er grumbled from the side.

"What, are you going to tattle on me?" Tangmo glared at her and asked.

"Why wouldn’t I? Luo’er isn’t just yours; he belongs to all of us," Fulajie’er said, narrowing her eyes.

"I’m not property," Luo’er said gloomily.

Hearing her threat, Tangmo unwillingly let go of her hold and said with a long sigh, "Being alone in the room with a man, yet not even touching is allowed—truly disappointing."

"If anyone should be worried about being alone in a room with the opposite gender, it should be you," Luo’er said.

"Fine, then you take the initiative and attack me," Tangmo said, enjoying the banter.

"I’m defeated by you..." Again, Luo’er let out a long sigh.

However, unlike Luo’er’s ambiguous moments, Cheng Ziang was not planning to idle his time away. He decided to make use of the remaining daylight and take a walk in the streets, gathering some useful information.

The responsibility for collecting information remained in his hands, and he quickly left the house with only Feng accompanying him. It wasn’t that the others were lazy; rather, he had the best command of the Kyushu language in the Advance Team without equal, so the task of communication fell on him.

He walked down the streets with Feng, where it was still bustling with activity. Despite the approach of dusk, there were many merchants and pedestrians coming and going on the streets.

Cheng Ziang wanted to find a few farmers to get a better understanding of the local agricultural conditions and verify if Dongliang Yu’s statements were correct.

Soon, they spotted a man dressed like a farmer on the street and approached him directly, intercepting him.

"Who are you two?" The man felt uneasy when he noticed two masked figures blocking his path.

"We are apostles of the saints, and we have a few questions for you," Cheng Ziang courteously replied.

"I, I don’t know anything, don’t ask me," the man said nervously.

"You must be a local farmer, right?" Cheng Ziang stated after sizing him up.

"What, what does it have to do with you?" the man stammered in his response.

"That’s good, I have a few questions I’d like to ask you," Cheng Ziang nodded and said.

"I already told you I don’t know anything, if you keep this up, I’m going to call for help," the man said.

"Call for help? We haven’t done anything, we just want to ask you a few questions," Cheng Ziang said, spreading his hands.

Without speaking, the man swallowed hard, took a step back, and then pointed at them in panic, shouting, "Help, help, they’re trying to rob me, someone help me!"

The incident happened so suddenly that not only the bystanders but even Cheng Ziang and Feng were caught off guard. Hearing his cries, the once crowded street immediately cleared a large space, with pedestrians distancing themselves from the two, staring at them in shock.

"I really didn’t do anything, do you think this is fair?" Cheng Ziang asked sternly, in a calm and unhurried manner.

"You’re trying to extort me, I heard it all, everyone please help me out!" the man pointed at Cheng Ziang and loudly accused.

"Ridiculous..." Cheng Ziang muttered under his breath, turning to leave with Feng.

Now that they had escalated the situation, there was no point in continuing the investigation, so they decided to leave the street and return to their lodgings.

"Stop right there!" Just then, they heard a stern shout from behind them.

Turning around, Cheng Ziang noticed that several strong men, each with a saber at their waist, had appeared next to the man at some unknown time. They had already drawn their sabers and were pointing them at Cheng Ziang and Feng.

"And you are?" Cheng Ziang asked calmly, unfazed by the threat of the drawn blades before him.

"We are responsible for maintaining the order in Bianzhen Town. We heard that you were extorting, so please come with us," said the lead man with the saber, speaking coldly.

"Bianzhen Town even has its own spontaneously organized security group, how curious. Where were you when the Wuyun Sect came causing trouble?" Cheng Ziang said with a mocking expression.

"Stop talking nonsense, you outsiders are the reason for all the recent troubles," the saber-wielding man said, growing angry.

"You believe we’re extorting, based solely on that person’s word, without any proof?" Cheng Ziang tilted his head and asked.

"Whether you did or did not, come with us and we’ll find out," the man said.

"What if I don’t want to go?" Cheng Ziang asked.

"Then don’t blame us for being unkind," the man threatened.

"You’d better think carefully, if we really start fighting, you won’t have the chance to be unkind anymore," Cheng Ziang said. Feng stepped forward and slowly drew a blue-and-white porcelain long knife from her waist.

Although not many have seen Feng take action, the overwhelming murderous aura emanating from her was palpable, and intuition told everyone that this delicate-looking girl was not to be trifled with. Confronted with this scene, even the man who had been righteous and bold a moment ago couldn’t help but swallow hard, showing signs of fear.

Just as the atmosphere became tense, a disturbance suddenly arose from behind them. The dense crowd was forcibly split apart, and several robust men dressed in tight garments and wielding sabers bulldozed their way through the crowd to Cheng Ziang’s side, bowing respectfully to him.

"Disciples of the Wuyun Sect’s external sect, we pay our respects to the two Manor Lords," the leading robust man said, bowing slightly.

"What are you doing here?" Cheng Ziang asked in surprise.

"Hearing the Manor Lord was in trouble, we specifically came to help. The Manor Lord is the Sect Master’s close friend; should you encounter misfortune, it is only right for us to assist," the robust man answered.

"Since when are we close friends?" Cheng Ziang said in astonishment. Of course, he spoke in Chinese, so the robust man did not understand.

Seeing the people from the Wuyun Sect arrive, the security team members who had been so aggressive just moments ago were immediately deflated, all hanging their heads with a helpless look on their faces.

"No, the people from the Wuyun Sect knew I was in trouble, could they have informants on the streets?" Cheng Ziang pondered, looking down.

Suddenly, he felt as if he was being watched and keenly caught that gaze. Following the line of sight, he saw a familiar figure quickly leaving through the periphery of the crowd.