The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1788 Going All Out

Chapter 1788: Chapter 1788 Going All Out

Lin Caisang then noticed that everyone had lowered their heads and started to eat, but the owner of the Wanling Agency, who apparently wasn’t used to the simplest of meals, finally stood up, took advantage of everyone’s distraction, and turned to leave.

"What a calculation."

Lin Caisang watched the retreating figure of the man and let out a cold laugh.

From the side, she heard a succession of shrill screams; even without looking at the stage, she knew the slave being displayed must be extraordinarily beautiful.

Therefore, while everyone’s attention was focused on the stage, it was time to leave.

Indeed, it was a departure unnoticed by all.

"Let’s go back."

Sui Zimo stood up, bent over to pick up his Sang’er, and left.

...

"Ah!"

A muffled scream echoed through the room.

Because when the man screamed, a wad of white cloth was stuffed directly into his mouth.

"Mmm, mmm!"

His eyes widened as he looked at the people in front of him, utterly dumbfounded.

He was supposed to go back to being served a meal; how had he been tied up in a blink of an eye and brought to this unfamiliar place?

"Master, Miss Lin, the man has awoken," Zhe Jue said to Lin Caisang and Sui Zimo.

"Hmm, I heard."

Lin Caisang didn’t even lift her head as she fixed her gaze on the bottles and jars on the table.

"Wait a bit longer, I’m preparing a poison. If this man doesn’t behave, we can just poison him to death with it."

"Mmm!"

Upon hearing those words, the man froze in terror.

Hearing that crisp voice and seeing the back of a young girl, how could her words be so frightening?

The ’this man’ she referred to must be himself, right?

"Mmm, mmm."

He was so frightened he wanted to die, desperately thinking of escaping from there, and began to struggle violently.

This woman was so terrifying, he did not want to end up dead by her hand.

Moreover, he had no idea who these people were. Even if he were to die, it could not be so obscure and unjust, right?

"Quiet!"

Lin Caisang uttered another word.

’Snap—’

A crisp slap landed straight on the man’s face.

Zhe Jue put all his strength into that blow, almost dislocating the man’s jaw.

"Mmm!"

The man, struck so hard he wanted to cry out in pain, found that he couldn’t make a sound.

In his life, he had never been humiliated or in such a sorry state; who exactly were these people?

Also, how had he ended up tied up here? His last memory was of eating a meal.

"It’s finally ready."

After a while, Lin Caisang came forward with a small porcelain bottle and approached the man.

Upon seeing this, Zhe Jue immediately tore out the gag from the man’s mouth.

"Are you the owner of the Wanling Agency?"

Lin Caisang raised an eyebrow and looked at the man whose face had swollen from Zhe Jue’s slap and asked.

"Mmm...you...who are you?"

The man gasped for breath and counter-asked Lin Caisang, without answering her question first.

"Answer."

Sui Zimo stepped forward, swept his palm in the air, and the man was directly swept off the chair onto the floor, and he landed in a kneeling position.

"You...you..."

The man clenched his teeth, truly wishing he could bore holes through these people with his eyes.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have the ability to do so.

"Yes, I am the owner of the Wanling Agency. What exactly do you want?"