Wang Cong’s expression changed, but in the end, he was a direct disciple. He reacted quickly and retorted, “What, do we just take your word for something like that? Just how did you come to know about something like that?”
“She told me, of course,” Zu An said as she gripped Zhang Zitong’s neck from behind.
Zhang Zitong groaned, clearly in a bit of pain. When they saw that, many people even felt pity for her, thinking that this guy really was crude.
Wang Cong laughed and said, “Hah! Who doesn’t know that Embroidered Envoys are unreasonably tough? Even if they weren't a match, they’d break the poison between their teeth and end their own lives. How could a silver token envoy really end up in your hands, let alone tell you her identity?”
“This is what you don’t understand. When a woman has been sent into the clouds, everything naturally comes together,” Zu An said with a smile.
Zhang Zitong’s cheeks flushed. The others thought that she was ashamed and indignant, but in reality, she wasn’t that angry; she was just a bit embarrassed.
Why is Sir Eleven so good at this? I was worried that he was inexperienced at this kind of stuff.
Sir Eleven really is too formidable. He can perfectly mimic anyone.
When they heard Zu An’s reply, the crowd fell silent. They clearly didn’t doubt his ability to accomplish that.
Many people even blew whistles and laughed while cursing, “Fang Biao, who here doesn’t know that your stamina isn’t up to par these days? You were able to subdue a silver token envoy?”
“That’s right! You’re actually coming up with such a bad lie after bullying a woman.”
...
When he heard all the suspicions thrown at him, Zu An merely tossed out a token.
The snickering instantly stopped. The people's gazes landed on the token. The distinct divine beast runes on it gave off an intimidating aura. Just looking at it gave them a sense of pressure - the very same kind the Embroidered Envoy had brought the Holy Sect disciples over the years.
“She really was a silver token envoy?”
Their expressions changed when they looked at Zhang Zitong. However, it was no longer a look of pity, but rather vigilance. If she really was a silver token envoy, she did indeed have the ability to kill all of Fang Biao’s subordinates. After all, silver token envoys were the best among Embroidered Envoys. Not only were their cultivation ranks high, they had excellent equipment on them too. That equipment consisted of all sorts of amazing magic weapons from the court that made them unrivaled in the same rank. They could even challenge those above their cultivation ranks.
Li Feiqing stood up again and said, “I apologize for speaking forthrightly, but since she could kill your subordinates, she could kill you instantly too. Why did she fall into your clutches? Was it you who captured her, or is she holding you hostage?”
Even Pan Qiaoqiao was starting to become suspicious now. The people began to surround Zu An.
Zu An frowned. This was indeed a troublesome issue.
Zhang Zitong secretly spoke to him through a voice transmission, saying, “Touch me...”
Zu An was stunned. Zhang Zitong had already silently guided his hand to her chest.
Zu An reacted quickly and crudely gave her a knead, remarking, “Hah, what's so hard about that? Even though this woman’s cultivation is high, she's still just a woman. How could she be a match for this young master’s modified Eighteen Spring Winds?”
Zhang Zitong moaned. She felt an arc of electricity run through her entire body, and she almost went limp. They were clearly acting, but now that Sir Eleven had done that to her, her heart was still pounding.
“So that was it,” Pan Qiaoqiao said with a nod. She knew Fang Biao had that drug on him. She said, “This little sister seems to have already been completely subdued. Look at how she’s behaving just from a grope.”
The others all gave up on their suspicions. If this woman really had threatened Fang Biao, how could she allow him to grope her like that?
Zu An reached over to Pan Qiaoqiao and said with a proud smile, “But of course. Does big sister Pan want to have a taste too?”
“I fear that your kidneys wouldn’t be able to handle it,” Pan Qiaoqiao said as she jerked her body away and dodged his claw with a charming smile.
Zhang Zitong bit her lip.
Sir Eleven is actually getting more and more into the role!
When they saw that, the others gradually scattered. They really thought that this Fang Biao brat was lucky. He had obtained such an incredible beauty, and a silver token envoy at that. Just the thought of something like that got them excited. Many people even had dirtier thoughts; since Fang Biao was known for having no stamina now, would he really have been able to send this silver token envoy to the clouds eighteen times? He'd probably had his subordinates take his place. Then, he'd silenced them to preserve his own reputation.
Those from the Devil Sect were already used to that kind of thing.
Many disciples from the Yin Yang Path were even getting a bit excited. If those people died, that meant there were now some vacancies around young master Biao. They had chances of being promoted!
“Set sail!”
As soon as Pan Qiaoqiao gave the order, Fatty Hu shouted, “Wait!” He came up to Zu An and asked, “Boss Biao, have you seen anyone named Lu Ren who tried to help this lady at your side?”