Some people were immediately dissatisfied. They searched and searched, but couldn't find him anywhere. Wasn't this a clear waste of time?

Some even suspect that their leader was a spy sent by the other side, who was parachuted in.

The two groups hadn't even completed their mission when they split into two factions, and it looked like they were about to start fighting.

Mo Qingcheng took out a bag of sunflower seeds, sat down lazily, and started eating them.

They'd almost finished a bag of sunflower seeds, and the two sides still hadn't started fighting.

Hehe, this instructor has a short temper. If we're not going to have a showdown now, when will we?

Mo Qingcheng smiled mischievously, and like a fairy scattering flowers, she blew out a mouthful of medicinal powder.

The powder fell silently onto the man in gray.

The fact that Shangguan Yichen and Bai Yi couldn't see the powder didn't stop Mo Qingcheng from making her seductive gestures.

Bai Yi almost lost his composure; he really wanted to rush forward. How could he break free?

Soon after, the two groups of people below began to fight each other, and the scene was quite gruesome.

Bored, Mo Qingcheng pulled out a bottle of ice-cold cola, took two gulps, and felt incredibly refreshed.

Farmer rolled his eyes, looking silly.

The sounds of clattering and clanging filled the air. Bai Yi curled his lip in disdain. How stupid!

After an incense stick had burned, the area under the tree returned to calm. The leader of the gray-clad men was bruised and pale.

Suddenly, a medicine bottle came crashing down and hit the gray-clad man on the head.

The other men in gray were horrified: "Who?"

Mo Qingcheng descended gracefully: "This lady!"

"You..." Everyone gaped in astonishment. This... this can't be real.

Mo Qingcheng glanced indifferently at the leader of the gray-clad men: "Having lost too much blood, are you tired of living?"

"..." The gray-clad leader's eyes narrowed: "You...did this on purpose?"

"Hmm, not too bad." This mediocre evaluation infuriated the group so much that they almost drew their swords against each other.

"Save your energy, you're already poisoned..." Mo Qingcheng could tell at a glance that something was wrong with the group.

After a fierce battle, only one-third of the men remained. The six men were on high alert, their inner alarm bells ringing.

"Why torture your own body? Shouldn't you tell me that I have an eighty-year-old mother to support and a baby crying for milk..." Mo Qingcheng joked.

The man in gray: "..."

“Madam, a bunch of idiots, they don’t understand, what a waste of such good pills.” Bai Yi couldn’t help but flash his figure and stand behind Mo Qingchen.

Shangguan Yichen, expressionless, leaped down from the tree: "Mother, either live or die!"

Everyone was dumbfounded. How could they possibly survive with one or two of them?

Mo Qingcheng nodded solemnly: "My boss is absolutely right, or..."

"Madam, it would be better to kill him! It would solve the problem once and for all." Bai Yi glanced at him with schadenfreude.

Shangguan Yichen's eyes were as cold as ice as he nodded in agreement.

Mo Qingcheng's eyes flickered slightly: "Or perhaps it's just a waste of air..."

The men in gray were completely devastated. They had seen despicable people before, but never anyone this despicable.

It's one thing to secretly drug them, but to ridicule them in front of them is another. What happened to their livelihood?

Pooh!

Shameless!

The leader of the gray-clad men took a deep breath: "We... can be of your use."

"Tch, who knows what kind of crazy ideas you're up to? What if it's a feigned surrender?" Bai Yi looked at the group of people in distress as if they were idiots.

The men in gray tried to band together for warmth, but Mo Qingcheng's drugging was swift and precise; some of them couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground.

Mo Qingcheng didn't urge her, and flicked her nails: "How is it?"

"Pfft!" The leader of the gray-clad men spat out a mouthful of blood, black blood, and was greatly alarmed: "It's all up to Miss's arrangements."

"Heh, shameless? You think you're still useful?" Bai said with utter disdain.

"If you don't get the antidote soon, the King of Hell will drag you away for a chat..."