TSFLIP Chapter 165

“That’s good.” Feng Guang ruffled Zhao Xiaolu’s hair. “If you cooperate with me, I can make them stop this war.”

“Sis! How can you touch her head!?” Summer was on the verge of exploding. She was the one who was supposed to be her sister! Who was this woman, Zhao Xiaolu?

Zhao Xiaolu casually glanced at Summer, then eagerly grabbed Feng Guang’s hand and asked, “Late Sun, how should I cooperate with you?”

Feng Guang couldn’t help but feel a little amused. She was just so adorably naive. After a brief moment of reflection, she raised her hand and pressed a dagger to Zhao Xiaolu’s neck. Zhao Xiaolu was initially startled, but remembering what Feng Guang had said about cooperating, she quickly calmed down.

Meanwhile, Summer was utterly confused, having no idea what was going on.

At that moment, the two factions locked in battle suddenly heard a voice: “The hostage is in my hands. Stop fighting, all of you!”

Hostage?

The word sounded powerful, and everyone instinctively halted, their attention shifting to Feng Guang, who was standing in the center of the crowd.

Shen Wuyan and Ou Xun exchanged a glance and, without saying a word, both turned their gaze toward Feng Guang.

“Hehehe…” Feng Guang smirked as she held Zhao Xiaolu, her voice dripping with malice. “Whether you’re from the Sound Hall or the Black Clothes Gang, listen up. The hostage is in my hands now. If you continue fighting, I’ll tear up the contract.”

“Don’t tear up the contract!” Potato stepped forward, panic written all over his face.

Pineapple also nervously spoke up: “Goddess, calm down! Just tell us what you want!”

Feng Chen Yi Qiang was confused. “What are you two doing?”

“What do you mean, what are we doing? Boss, the goddess has a hostage!” Potato shouted.

Pineapple said with a tone full of accusation: “The goddess has a life in her hands. Boss, can’t you see that?”

The members of the Black Clothes Gang immediately turned their cold gazes toward Feng Chen Yi Qiang.

Feng Chen Yi Qiang felt uneasy, and uncertain as he asked, “Are you familiar with Zhao Xiaolu?”

Potato: “Not familiar.”

Pineapple: “Never met her.”

Jiang Shan: “No impression.”

Qian Shan: “Never heard of her.”

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“Then why are you all so worked up?!” Feng Chen Yi Qiang snapped. “Besides, this is a game! A game, people! You can respawn after dying!”

Potato and Pineapple whispered to each other, “Boss has no sense of humor.”

“He’s just a little slow in the head,” Pineapple said with disdain.

Feng Chen Yi Qiang nearly spit out blood from frustration!

The Black Clothes Gang had always been a bit disorganized, but Ren Woxing seemed like a breath of fresh air in the group. Even though he stood with the Black Clothes Gang, he had an aura about him that distanced him from the idiotic atmosphere surrounding them.

To put it simply, he didn’t fit in with the group, which is exactly why he was called Ren Woxing.

By now, Shen Wuyan had also begun to guess Ren Woxing’s true identity, but he wasn’t focusing on that. His attention was fixed on Feng Guang. He asked, “What do you want to do?”

“You tell me,” Feng Guang replied with a smile that could melt anyone’s heart. “What do you think I want to do now that I’ve got her and a dagger at her throat?” She glanced at Ou Xun, hoping to read his expression, but unfortunately, Ou Xun remained unchanged. He quietly watched her with his calm, unruffled eyes.

Shen Wuyan put his guqin away, slinging it over his back. There was a trace of helplessness in his tone. “What are you trying to play at?”

“Play your sister!” Feng Guang snapped. She couldn’t stand his condescending tone—it irritated her.

Just when the people from the Sound Hall thought their leader would lose his temper, they were surprised when he casually said, “I don’t have a sister.”

Someone dropped their weapon in shock. If the leader had such a question, they didn’t need to answer it—they could have just grabbed their weapon and killed her!