The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 282 - 281 Provocation

Chapter 282: Chapter 281 Provocation

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Du Biao originally possessed SSS-rank strength, so the effectiveness of the Spirit Power Stabilizing Potion was negligible. When a mental outburst occurred, he became even more violent, injuring several of Rong Chengjue’s subordinates.

Although Du Biao’s mental outburst temporarily boosted his strength, it also affected his sanity, causing him to lose track of friend and foe. Not a few of the weaker Star Thieves managed to escape, either.

Qu Tong approached, using two vines to pass through the railing of the spaceship, binding Du Biao’s prominently veined arms.

When Du Biao exerted force, although the spiritually reinforced vines did not snap, the sturdy metallic railing had long been deformed.

However, this gap provided Qu Tong with enough time to rescue the pale-faced girl who was scared witless.

Qu Tong tossed the girl to Rong Chengjue’s side, dodging Du Biao’s sweeps of psychic power with several jumps, and the final blow was dispersed by Qu Tong’s own psychic power. The remaining undispersed psychic waves left a bloody mark on the unguarded right eye of Du Biao.

Blood flowed from the eyelid, making him look even more fierce and terrifying.

Qu Tong had completely maxed out Du Biao’s hatred.

Rong Chengjue watched as Qu Tong had just killed so many Star Thieves, and now facing the significantly stronger Du Biao, she still held her own, causing his narrow eyes to narrow further.

The Star Thieves, with no code of honor, initiated a group attack on Qu Tong.

While dealing with Du Biao, Qu Tong also had to guard against sneak attacks and occasionally pay attention to the hostages scattered about, finding herself somewhat overwhelmed.

Rong Chengjue ordered his men to gather all the hostages together and joined the battle himself.

As Qu Tong and Rong Chengjue took turns attacking, Du Biao’s spiritual power was nearly depleted, and he started regaining clarity of mind, his gaze towards Qu Tong filled with even more malice and venom.

The Venomous Snake Pirate Group’s numbers had been greatly reduced, and the situation was hopeless for them.

Du Biao let out a series of strange, coded sounds, threw a heavy punch, and sent out a mass of dense soil spikes.

Rong Chengjue stepped in front of Qu Tong, rotated his wrist, and an ice wall blocked all the spikes.

"Bad news! They’re trying to escape!" someone shouted aloud.

The ice wall crumbled bit by bit, disintegrating into psychic power until nothing was left, and the spaceship was already starting up.

Qu Tong’s vines shot out but failed to reach the spaceship’s hatch.

"Does your spaceship have an attack system?" Qu Tong retracted her vines and asked Rong Chengjue beside her.

"Yes."

"Then take me to chase them down."

She had no intention of letting these Star Thieves, with their dire crimes, slip away.

Rong Chengjue, wiping the blood off his hands, replied, "I’ve just used it up."

Qu Tong: "..."

Just as Qu Tong was resigning herself to giving up, a thunderous bombing noise rang out from the sky, and several silver and black fighters began firing at the spaceship.

Qu Tong’s pupils suddenly brightened—Si Yuting had arrived!

The spaceship, slow and large, stood no chance of escape.

With a "boom," the ground trembled as the mountainous spaceship crashed down heavily.

Many soldiers descended from the warplanes to search the spaceship.

Si Yuting’s mecha stopped not far from Qu Tong.

Qu Tong went to discuss with the First Legion’s soldiers about escorting Ke Jun back to Luyi Star.

Although they had intercepted the spaceship, Du Biao and two other key leaders had escaped through a life-saving capsule.

Out of thirty-something women and children, only 23 remained— and that was after Qu Tong had tried her best to save them.

When Qu Tong returned, she could sense the tense atmosphere between Si Yuting and Rong Chengjue, as if they were on the brink of conflict.

Qu Tong was full of question marks.

What’s going on?

Rong Yueqing explained to Qu Tong in a low voice.

Essentially, Si Yuting wanted to send everyone back to Capital Star, while Rong Chengjue disagreed, insisting on taking the Pharmacist with him.

He argued that since he had rescued them and suffered great losses in the process, everything else including the 500 million could be given to Si Yuting, but he wanted to take the Senior Alchemist with him.

Si Yuting referred to the law, but Rong Chengjue was not buying it and did not want any financial compensation.

"Let him choose for himself when he wakes up. If he’s willing to go with you, I won’t stop him," Si Yuting spoke with inherent authority and decisiveness, firmly concluding the matter.

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As the words fell, Si Yuting looked towards Qu Tong and noticed the blood on her forehead, his heart tightened, "Are you injured?"

Qu Tong shook her head, "No."

Rong Chengjue noticed the clear difference in Si Yuting’s tone before and after and grew suspicious, "Are Miss Ali and the Admiral quite familiar?"

"Not familiar," Qu Tong replied casually.

In the presence of others, naturally, they weren’t familiar.

Yuting didn’t speak, he just furrowed his brow and glanced at Rong Chengjue.

And reached out to wipe the bloodstain on Qu Tong’s forehead.

Qu Tong was startled and dodged away.

She shot him a look.

There were many people around, be mindful of the image.

Rong Chengjue saw this, and something flashed in his eyes, seemingly displeased.

Rong Yueqing’s perplexed gaze shifted back and forth between the two, confused, wasn’t it said that they aren’t familiar?

However, Yuting was still frowning deeply, his eyes darkened, focusing on a wet spot on Qu Tong’s sleeve where her arm seemed to be injured.

Qu Tong hadn’t noticed the injury on her own arm, likely a careless scratch from spiritual power.

It wasn’t painful or itchy, and Qu Tong didn’t mind it, raising her hand, "It’s nothing, a minor scratch."

Remembering the previous two times he saw Qu Tong injured, Yuting had no further explanation and took Qu Tong’s hand, "Go to my aircraft to get it treated."

"Really, it’s not..."

Qu Tong didn’t get to finish her sentence when another hand grabbed hers through her sleeve; it was Rong Chengjue.

Huh??

"Admiral, this doesn’t seem quite appropriate," Rong Chengjue said with a slightly raised tone, carrying a hint of sarcasm.

Yuting turned to look at Rong Chengjue, his eyes slightly colder.

Qu Tong, not understanding, pulled both hands away, with so many onlookers, haven’t they noticed so many people watching over here?

Qu Tong rolled up her sleeve, revealing her fair arm, just about to prove she was fine.

Yuting, on the other hand, pulled her behind him again, his tone commanding, "Go up first."

Qu Tong looked, well, alright, it was bleeding a bit.

As she left, she didn’t forget to take Rong Yueqing with her, standing further away, lest the two start fighting.

Rong Chengjue chuckled coldly, "I’ve heard that the Admiral is self-controlled and well-mannered. Who would’ve thought he’d be so promiscuous? Despite being married, he’s still intimate with another woman. Does the Prince’s Consort know?"

"Seventh Prince should take care of his own affairs," Yuting replied, his face expressionless, but his presence was cold as ice.

Rong Chengjue took that as a tacit admission and couldn’t suppress the dark tide in his eyes, bluntly challenging, "The outside world talks about how close the Grand Marshal and the Prince’s Consort are, but that’s all it is."

"Brother!" Rong Yueqing interrupted, concerned, trying to step forward to stop them.

But he stopped short because of the chilly, frost-like look Rong Chengjue shot his way.

"Such a filthy and despicable Grand Marshal of the Empire definitely doesn’t deserve marriage, only hindering others."

The moment Rong Chengjue’s words fell, a bolt of lightning struck down, carrying a thick warning.

Rong Chengjue flipped his palm and an ice sword condensed.

Just as Qu Tong thought, a fight had broken out.

Rong Yueqing, in distress, could only stamp his feet, the only thing he could do was to keep his distance from the battlefield.

The fight didn’t last long, Rong Chengjue was sent flying by Yuting’s palm, imbued with strong spiritual power, vomiting a large mouthful of fresh blood.

"Come back to teach others when you have the strength," Yuting, from a superior position, spoke with bone-chilling coldness.

And then he turned and walked towards his aircraft.

How could Rong Chengjue not feel the murderous intent in Yuting’s words; clenching his fist, his eyes darkly pooled, startling even Rong Yueqing who rushed over.

Remember, Rong Chengjue is a villain.