Chapter 176 – How to Elegantly Deal with Meng Liang (13)
Meng Hunyun listened and finally understood, realizing why Jiang Pengji had been silent.
This method… was indeed a bit unethical.
The others, reminded, suddenly grasped the plan: they intended to use Meng Liang to exchange for food.
However, they wanted to kill Meng Liang! If they traded him for food, wouldn’t that just allow this brat to continue causing trouble?
“That won’t do… Are we really going to let this little beast go? If we use him as a hostage to get food from the Meng Clan, he will surely hold a grudge and then Young Master and the Captain will end up being dragged into it. If we miss this chance, it will be hard to take his life later.”
“I don’t want to let this beast go so easily either!”
“Don’t want to let him go!”
The group began to murmur, their opinions aligning, yet their hearts were hesitant, with Meng Hunyun clenching his fists in frustration.
Meng Liang listened to their conversation, his heart like a rollercoaster, beating wildly up and down, anxiety coursing through him.
Just a moment ago, he thought he was doomed, but now he felt… perhaps there was still a way to be saved.
Based on what he knew of Meng Hunyun, his chances of survival were quite high.
Hmph!
Once he found a follower or returned to the Meng Residence, he would make these lowly commoners pay, one by one.
No!
He couldn’t let them die too easily; they had to be tortured first, and only then would he take their breaths.
After a long time, Meng Hunyun relaxed his fists, his palms bloodied from his nails digging into his skin, yet he felt nothing.
“Have him write a letter demanding food!” Meng Hunyun gritted his teeth in reluctance, swallowing back the iron taste that surged in his throat, his eyes reddened as he said, “Let him keep his life for now… we… will have another chance.”
Meng Liang nearly laughed himself to death upon hearing this.
Jiang Pengji, listening to the group, silently reflected on herself…
Was her heart really that dark?
Host V: #Evil Smile, this is a group of really straightforward boys, I almost feel sorry for them.
Originally, the live stream audience thought Meng Liang was going to die and were filled with righteous indignation, feeling frustrated.
But when they saw Jiang Pengji’s comment, some quick-witted old drivers began lighting candles for Meng Liang.
One Leaf Makes a Boat: #Laughing to Cry, can I say I got dragged in by the host? Thought Meng Liang was done for.
Old Driver Alliance: I must repent, I’ve shamed my own ID, with such a cold-hearted host, how could she possibly backtrack? Saying she’d elegantly deal with Meng Liang? Absolutely no way this brat is seeing the light of day tomorrow…
I Love the Great God Yunji: I was wrong; I should have believed the host was up to no good.
Time Flows Through Fingers: That host is really too bad; I imagine that poor Meng Liang still thinks he has a chance to be saved?
Ai Ze Fireworks: Lighting a row of candles for Meng Liang while pitying the room full of straightforward boys.
Jiang Pengji maintained a serious and solemn expression, expertly controlling her emotions, and went to another room to fetch ink and paper.
She turned to Meng Liang and said, “Write. If you don’t want to suffer more, then don’t try anything funny.”
At this moment, Meng Liang hummed, his expression arrogant, glaring at Jiang Pengji with venomous eyes.
Once he regained his freedom, he intended to humiliate Meng Liang and those rough men severely, stripping them of their manhood and forcing them into the southern courtyard to entertain lowly guests, torturing them thoroughly before sending them to die.
As for Liu Xi, he wouldn’t let her off either; her fate would be a hundred times more miserable than Meng Hunyun’s, and the entire Liu Residence would pay the price!
Used to being untouchable, Meng Liang, despite his current constraints, had already convinced himself that Jiang Pengji and the others wouldn’t dare act against him. He could not hold back the hatred in his eyes, which seemed ready to burst forth like he would pounce and bite at any moment.
Seeing Meng Liang’s reaction, the others felt uneasy.
“Just you wait!”
Meng Liang silently vowed.
Jiang Pengji seemed to understand his intent and even provocatively smiled at him.
Meng Liang snorted coldly again, just as he was about to say he couldn’t move his wrist to write, he discovered that the right hand he thought was powerless was growing gradually aware, and after a bit of rubbing, regained full strength, as if his earlier weakness was merely an illusion.
Without overthinking, he picked up the brush, adjusted to the feeling, and began to write.
Surprisingly, although Meng Liang was lacking in many ways, his calligraphy was quite beautiful.
The audience in the live stream couldn’t help but express their disbelief.
I Love the Great God Yunji: From now on, if anyone tells me a person’s character is in their handwriting, I’m slapping them across the face.
Meng Liang’s actions and demeanor served as the greatest mockery of that saying.
In no time, Meng Liang finished writing and stamped it with his seal.
The content was simple and straightforward, easy to read; there was no exceptional talent or traps woven into the text.
Too proud and arrogant, Meng Liang had taken it for granted that Jiang Pengji and her team wouldn’t dare to take action against him.
With that being the case, what else did he need to write on the bamboo slip?
It was just a couple hundred stones of grain. This little amount of food wasn’t even a blip compared to what the Meng Clan wasted in a year.
Jiang Pengji dried the ink on the bamboo slip using candle flames and, after confirming there were no issues, she finally rolled it up with satisfaction.
Compared to her satisfaction, the Captain looked as if he had lost his soul, his face pale.
Indeed, the enemy was so close, he could crush him with a motion, yet he couldn’t do so. How could he not be enraged?
Seeing this, Meng Liang became even more smug.
However, Jiang Pengji’s next words sent him plummeting from heaven to hell.
“Alright, it’s settled. Hatred for hatred, grievances for grievances, right?”
Meng Hunyun: “…”
Meng Liang: “…”
Huh?
They couldn’t believe their ears!
This was the unison thought shared by the group at that moment.
Jiang Pengji looked at them with confusion, raising the bamboo slip in her hand. “I only said for Meng Liang to write a letter requesting food from the Meng Clan. I never said you can’t take revenge. Owing favor means repaying, having grievances means taking revenge; that’s only natural. Keeping Meng Liang alive poses a huge threat.”
The group was baffled, their minds twisting and turning dangerously, nearly causing a catastrophic collision!
“But… Young Master, if he dies… how will the Meng Clan give us food?”
Jiang Pengji replied, “We’ll send the letter, asking the Meng Clan to deliver grain as requested. The kidnappers taking hostages for ransom usually follow this process, right? As for Meng Liang, well, he’s in our hands; his life or death hinges upon our words, right? If they provide the food, he ‘may’ live, but if they refuse, he will definitely die. Whether they wish to complies is the Meng Clan’s concern.”
From heaven to hell, how long does that take?
The live stream audience counted, judging by the host’s pace, it took about seven to eight seconds.
