Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey!

Chapter 457: Chapter 159 Chen Jie: Miss Hongyan, you don’t want this either (please subscribe)_4

Chen Jie laughed upon hearing the words, ”Hmm, that’s good then.”

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In Yihong House, a maid addressed Qiao Hongyan, ”The brothel owner has found out that White Tiger Hall has placed all of the Blood Extinction in the number eight warehouse located behind Yongchang Street, and our people have discovered that they’ve assigned extra guards to the warehouse today.”

Qiao Hongyan was precisely sitting in front of the dressing table, applying makeup as she glanced at her own reflection in the mirror, a spark of sharpness passing through her eyes.

It was unexpected that Chen Jiusi, who was still an insignificant figure just a year ago, had become one of the big shots of Mianshui County in such a short time that even she had to tread carefully.

”Cough... You may leave now.”

Qiao Hongyan opened her powder box, and whether it was the powder that made her cough, she quickly followed with another command to the maid, ”Mm, I got it, you may step down.”

”Yes, brothel owner.”

Qiao Hongyan watched as the maid withdrew, then carefully applied an exquisite layer of makeup. Afterward, she pulled a wooden box from beneath the bed, opened it, and found a set of night clothes at the bottom of the box.

She took off her outer garments, donned the night clothes, and covered her face with a black scarf. At that moment, she was the spitting image of the black-clothed figure from the forest that day.

Qiao Hongyan pushed open the window on the highest fifth floor of Yihong House, her gaze overlooking the entire Mianshui. By now, Mianshui had succumbed to darkness, with the lights aglow in thousands of households.

The sight of these lights invoked in Qiao Hongyan a hint of painful memory.

She was born in the Northern Territory, a hell for Han people, where her mother was a female slave of the Mulan people, and her father a male slave. Ever since she could remember, her mother had often been toyed with by the Mulan people.

Those Mulan people were beasts, delighting in chaining her mother with a dog leash, making her father watch on the side.

Later, when she was five years old, those Mulan people shifted their focus onto her.

They wanted to...

Her father fought back with all his might and was dragged to a cruel death by the Mulan riders.

Her mother fled with her, and she could never forget that night—it was so lengthy, so arduous.

They ran like prey, with the Mulan horsemen chasing them like they were driving dogs, watching her and her mother.

Until they were utterly exhausted, the pursuers descended, pinned her mother to the ground, and stabbed her hands into the earth with knives.

Then they closed in on her.

They were terrified, her mother’s cries and pleas gained no mercy from the Mulan; they were nothing but beasts.

However, fortuitously, at her mother’s most desperate moment, their master arrived.

She could never forget the sight of her master that day, in a bright red robe descending from the heavens like a goddess, vanquishing that group of demons with a wave of her hand and thus altering their fate.

When she looked again at the people of the Southern Territory, who were living truly blissful lives, yet the people of the Northern Territory continued to struggle in agony.

She suddenly thought of an interesting man, a scholar from the Southern Territory. One day, after drinking too much, he furiously left his seat and pointed at the girls in the entire building, shouting, ”Shop girls are unaware of the country’s demise, yet still sing of the flowers in the back garden!”

Thinking about it made her laugh; that scholar was full of grand principles, full of patriotism, yet he had never done anything for the country, for this nation.

He could only loudly proclaim: ”Shop girls are unaware of the country’s demise,” but how would he know, that the most despised shop girls were actually the ones saving the nation?

Not important, not important!

Just like what her master said, when the country is oppressed and you don’t stand up to resist, there will always be someone else who stands up. Resistance is never wrong!

Even if alone, one must be that lone courageous individual!

Sigh...

With a leap, Qiao Hongyan quickly descended onto the opposite rooftop and promptly vanished.

The Zoroastrian Sect, what fire do they worship?

The Holy Fire!

What is the Holy Fire?

The fire that saves the world, allows people to have enough to eat and warm clothes to wear, this is the Holy Fire!

The fire that saves the world, frees it from oppression and enslavement, this is the Holy Fire.

The fire that saves the world, returning people to their pure and original homes, to see the unaging Mother of Life, this is the Holy Fire!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~

Moving across roof tiles as an agile spirit of the night, Qiao Hongyan sprinted down towards Yongchang Street and soon arrived, perching on the roof of a tile house.

Crouching down, she concealed herself like a feline.

Across the way was White Tiger Hall’s number eight warehouse, which contained the Blood Extinction she needed.

It had to be said that Chen Jiusi was a frightening man, having bought up all of the Blood Extinction without her noticing, forcing her to now come and steal it.

Qiao Hongyan thought to herself and quietly observed the warehouse in front. It was hard not to admit that the White Tiger Hall’s security was exceptionally strict, an ordinary person might not make it in, but that wouldn’t deter her.

With a swift motion, Qiao Hongyan landed in a spot closest to the warehouse. There, she saw several men sitting at the warehouse entrance, one particularly conspicuous, gnawing on a roasted chicken, drinking strong liquor.

Muttering to himself, ”Seriously, just a warehouse full of crappy herbs, and the Hall Master insists I guard it, can’t even get a good night’s sleep.”

Hearing this, a subordinate said, ”Master Hu, doesn’t it just mean that the Hall Master values you?”

Xiao Hu responded, ”That is true, there’s nothing the Hall Master would criticize me for, but what use is there in watching over some crappy herbs? It’s not like anyone would steal this stuff, impossible.”

Subordinate: ”That’s true, it’s completely superfluous for Master Hu to be here. Such crappy herbs aren’t worth Master Hu’s effort, ha ha... Drink up, Master Hu, drink.”