Seeing that everyone in the living room was silent, looking down at their noses and seemingly lost in thought, the butler coughed lightly and said to An Moxue, "Miss Jiduo, the person sitting in the main seat is our Popov family's patriarch, Mr. Popov."
He thought that now that he had said that, she should get up and say hello!
However, no.
She simply said "Oh," and then turned to the butler and said, "You must be the Popov family's butler?"
The butler replied, "Yes."
"Oh, that makes things easier. You should be familiar with these gentlemen, right?"
The butler smiled awkwardly, neither confirming nor denying.
Seeing that he didn't speak, An Moxue said happily, "It's fine if you don't admit it, I'm not asking you to admit it anyway."
Then she turned her head, smiled at the people she had brought, her eyes full of mischievous amusement, and said, "Let's see how you perform!"
The group of men dared not refuse. They went over and started punching and kicking the butler. The butler was stunned and screamed in pain as he was beaten.
When old Popov saw this, he was so angry that he shouted, "How dare you! Stop it! Who gave you permission to run wild in my Popov house? Someone come here!"
As soon as old Popov spoke, some people rushed in and started fighting with the group.
A group of people came in, and after fighting for a while, they were no match for the other group. Old Popov was so angry that he had to speak to An Moxue, "Quickly, tell your men to stop."
An Moxue remained silent, quietly drinking tea and eating snacks.
When old Popov couldn't get her to come, he quickly shouted outside, "Someone come quick!"
Suddenly, a large group of people arrived. After entering, they not only attacked those few people, but more than half of them rushed to An Moxue's side.
An Moxue slowly ate the half-eaten pastry in her hand, took a sip of tea, and then pulled out a soft whip from her waist. Before she could even get close, she was whipped backward.
Seeing that this wasn't working, someone pulled out a gun and aimed it at An Moxue. She glanced at it and only asked one question: "Is everyone here?"
After she finished speaking, she added to herself, "Never mind, it's okay if not everyone is here, it's just a bit of a hassle."
Then she raised her hand, and something floated down, causing the crowd to fall one after another.
She saw several men drawing their guns, and with a flick of her whip, she snatched the guns from their hands and took them into her own.
She fiddled with the gun in her hand, but old Popov, sitting in the main seat, was furious. How could this person have so many tricks up her sleeve? No wonder those who went there never came back, and even if they did, they were dumbfounded and couldn't get anything out of her.
At this moment, An Moxue heard another group of people approaching outside the house. Judging from their footsteps, these people were skilled in martial arts. An Moxue still looked relaxed. The steward and the people she brought were still fighting, while all her people had fallen down.
An Moxue put away the whip and the confiscated pistol, walked to the vicinity of those people and the butler, and without caring whether they were friend or foe, threw out another handful of powder. This time, everyone in the living room collapsed.
Just as old Popov was about to speak, An Moxue appeared in front of him with incredible speed and took out a silver needle, striking him several times.
Now he was helpless, unable to speak or move.
An Moxue walked to the door and heard footsteps entering the room. She waved her hand at the door again, and sure enough, a bunch of people fell down at the doorway. This startled everyone who hadn't entered the room, and they reflexively took a step back.
An Moxue walked out, then waved her hand at them again, causing another group to fall down. Now they were all down.
An Moxue looked outside but didn't see anyone else. She turned back to Old Popov and asked, "Is anyone else here?"
An Moxue was a little worried because she hadn't seen Anthony.
Old Popov watched as she easily subdued all the members of his Popov family, glanced at An Moxue, and then looked away.
An Moxue walked over to him, sat down, released his pressure points, and asked, "Where's your grandson? He didn't go to call for reinforcements, did he?"
As she spoke, she took out a snuff bottle, opened it, and held it under old Popov's nose so he could smell it. Old Popov then realized that something was wrong with his body.
He asked An Moxue in a somewhat flustered manner, "What did you do to me?"
An Moxue looked at him with a half-smile, but he felt that she was too relaxed. Something was wrong. Where did her confidence come from?
Little did he know that when she came to Popov's house to collect the treasure, she had drugged Popov and his grandson. With just a little bit of the drug, their poison would take effect.
Now, she has already given old Popov the drug. The reason for all this trouble is to erode their confidence and make them panic so that when she needs them later, they can easily pull some tricks behind her back.
After all, a family that has been able to get whatever it wants for hundreds of years is not so easy to submit to. Fortunately, she doesn't need them to submit. She can make do with them for a while. She really can't trust the people who betrayed the Nalan family, but it's not bad to ask them to fight. After all, trash needs to be put to use!
Popov's face contorted little by little, and his body could no longer bear it, so he collapsed. He endured the scratching, his body aching and itchy.
"What drug did you give me?" Old Popov asked through gritted teeth.
An Moxue blinked her big eyes and said, "Guess! How does it feel? Tell me, why do you keep sending people to my house? What, are you tired of living? Come find me! I have a thousand ways to make you wish you were dead."
Old Popov, his veins bulging, said angrily, "So you knew all along."
"What? You don't think that only your Popov family is smart and everyone else is stupid, do you? If that's really the case, I'd seriously question how you've managed to survive for hundreds of years."
"You—" Old Popov was in so much pain that he could no longer speak, feeling as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his body.
An Moxue sat on the sofa and poured herself another cup of hot tea. Hmm, this tea is still delicious.
For a moment, the atmosphere was somewhat strange: a group of servants slumped on the ground, a master rolling around on the ground, and a guest leisurely sitting on the sofa drinking tea.
Finally, footsteps sounded outside again. An Moxue said to old Popov, "Look, your grandson Anthony is back. He's here to arrest me, isn't he? Aren't you happy?"
At this moment, Old Anthony had no idea what to do. Besides, the pain and itching made it impossible for him to think properly. He couldn't care less about those things now; he just wanted to stop the pain and itching.
Logically, having suffered from this illness for decades, he should be quite immune to pain, but he still feels intense pain and itching that he can't control at all, which is much more unbearable than the onset of the illness.
Seeing him like this, An Moxue felt that he needed to suffer for a while longer. Only by remembering the taste of pain could he learn his lesson, right?
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