130: Chapter 130 Are you out of your mind?

Before long.

With a creak, the dilapidated wooden door of the latrine was pushed open.

Zhang Qing was fastening his belt while stretching comfortably, his head lowered as he walked out of the latrine.

Without pausing for a moment, he headed straight back along the path towards the porridge-serving shed.

Seeing this, the few men tailing him immediately followed silently.

Perhaps out of disgust for the latrine, not a single one stayed behind to check inside.

Seeing Zhang Qing leave, Ouyang Wanqing subconsciously started to rise to continue following him.

"Slap!" A broad, powerful hand suddenly grabbed her fair, slender wrist.

Chen Shanzhi exerted a slight force, pulling Ouyang Wanqing, who had only risen halfway, back into the shadows of the firewood stack.

The two were already crouching in a cramped space; with this pull, Ouyang Wanqing lost her balance and fell directly into Chen Shanzhi's arms.

Her back was pressed tightly against the man's solid chest, and her wrist was still being gripped tightly by his burning hot hand.

Ouyang Wanqing's body stiffened instantly like a stone.

An extremely unfamiliar masculine scent, mixed with the faint fragrance of soap on Chen Shanzhi's body, aggressively invaded her nostrils.

"What are you doing?"

Ouyang Wanqing lowered her voice, and two alluring blushes instantly flew across her beautiful face, which was usually dignified and composed.

She bit her red lips, a flash of shame and anger flickering in her beautiful eyes.

This damn playboy! It was one thing to hold her waist just now, but now he's being handsy again!

Is he deliberately using the pretext of investigating the case to take advantage of her?

In this dirty and smelly corner of the Refugee Area, what kind of filthy things does he have in his brain!

"Shh."

Chen Shanzhi didn't even look at her face, which was filled with shame and indignation; his eyes were locked tightly on the latrine not far away.

He said in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Stay still. I keep feeling like something is wrong."

Sensing the seriousness in Chen Shanzhi's tone, Ouyang Wanqing took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the inexplicable panic and palpitation in her heart.

She didn't struggle anymore, but the warm sensation coming from her wrist seemed to carry some kind of electric current, making her heart, which was usually calm, unable to stop beating faster.

Time ticked away bit by bit.

A full half cup of tea's time passed.

Ouyang Wanqing felt like her wrist was almost sweating from Chen Shanzhi's grip, and that ambiguous feeling made her feel quite uncomfortable.

"Chen... Chen Shanzhi."

Ouyang Wanqing's cheeks were burning hot, her voice as soft as a mosquito's, carrying a hint of coquettishness that even she hadn't realized: "Can you... first take your hand off me?"

Chen Shanzhi suddenly realized he was still gripping the wrist of the Prime Ministers Mansion's young lady.

The texture was indeed quite smooth.

"Ahem..."

Chen Shanzhi let go as if electrocuted, coughed awkwardly twice, and shamelessly found an excuse: "Well, the situation was urgent just now, and I was afraid you would alert the enemy."

Ouyang Wanqing rubbed her slightly reddened wrist and gave him a cross look.

She was about to make a sarcastic remark.

"Creak..."

A faint sound of the wooden door rubbing against the frame suddenly rang out in the quiet corner, instantly breaking the somewhat ambiguous and awkward atmosphere between the two.

Ouyang Wanqing turned her head sharply to look.

At this sight, her beautiful large eyes instantly widened, her face full of disbelief.

She saw that inside the latrine, which should have been empty, a figure dressed in grey coarse cloth, disguised like an ordinary refugee, slipped out silently like a highly vigilant night owl.

Although he had changed his clothes, that face was undoubtedly Zhang Qing, who had already left!

He didn't leave?

Then who was the one who went out just now?

Ouyang Wanqing gasped.

This is a classic decoy escape?

Zhang Qing must have had a fake Zhang Qing squatting in the latrine beforehand, and then they switched outer garments.

He let the other person walk out with their head down to lure away all the pursuers for him!

While he himself had been hiding in this foul-smelling latrine the whole time.

He observed for a full half cup of tea's time, and only dared to come out once he was sure it was truly safe outside!

It's just unclear how the other person managed to pull off the deception at the porridge-serving shed.

And just now, if Chen Shanzhi hadn't held her back, they would have already been led away by that fake!

Ouyang Wanqing turned her head to look at Chen Shanzhi beside her, her beautiful eyes filled with shock and admiration.

This man's thinking was meticulous to an appalling degree!

Before Ouyang Wanqing could speak, Zhang Qing, not far away, scanned the surroundings, and after confirming no one was there, "Whoosh!"

He exerted force with his feet, his figure instantly turning into a grey afterimage, not returning to the porridge-serving shed at all.

Instead, he dashed decisively towards the depths of the Refugee Area!

The speed was so fast that he had completely unleashed all the power of his Xuan Guan Ten Apertures!

"Chase!"

Before the words fell, Chen Shanzhi tapped his toe on the ground, and his whole body shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

Ouyang Wanqing did not hesitate either, the True Qi of her Xuanguan Eleven Apertures surging within her.

Her moon-white skirt rustled in the wind as she kept pace closely with Chen Shanzhi.

The night was like ink.

Two figures, like night owls, landed and leaped lightly above the complex, foul-smelling shantytown.

Zhang Qing ahead had wind under his feet; the True Qi of his Xuan Guan Ten Apertures was exquisitely suppressed within the Meridians of his legs, without making even the slightest sound of breaking through the air.

He turned left and right between dead-end alleys and mud pits, his route extremely tricky and anti-human.

But in front of Chen Shanzhi, with his powerful Divine Soul, such anti-tracking tricks were a joke.

Chen Shanzhi and Ouyang Wanqing trailed behind at a distance.

After circling for a full half-stick of incense, Zhang Qing finally stopped in front of a deserted house in the deepest part of the Refugee Area, where even the courtyard wall had collapsed by more than half.

He looked around vigilantly, confirmed there was no tail behind him, then reached out to push open the broken wooden door and slipped inside.

"Go." Chen Shanzhi whispered.

He tapped his toe lightly on a piece of rotten wood, the True Qi of his Xuanguan Nine Apertures surging within his body, and his whole person rose from the ground like a weightless leaf.

Beside him, Ouyang Wanqing had an even more elegant movement technique, her moon-white skirt tracing a graceful arc in the night.

The two landed silently on the eaves of the abandoned house, which were covered with roof moss.

Chen Shanzhi lay down with practiced ease, lifted a piece of broken roof tile, and squinted down.

Ouyang Wanqing followed his lead and leaned in.

Through the hole in the roof, the scene in the courtyard instantly came into view.

In the middle of the overgrown courtyard, three men dressed exactly like the refugees outside, covered in patches, were squatting on the ground smoking dry tobacco.

But the eyes of these three were extremely fierce, and the veins on their exposed arms were bulging; they were definitely experts who had spent years licking blood from the blade!

And by their feet, there lay two extremely large sacks!

The sacks were stuffed full, the openings tied tightly shut.

What made one's scalp numb was that the surface of the sacks would occasionally squirm violently, and muffled whimpers from mouths gagged with rags could be faintly heard!

Looking at the shape, what was inside was clearly living human beings!

Chen Shanzhi and Ouyang Wanqing looked at each other. Both clearly saw the anger instantly igniting in the other's eyes.

Yaya! And those missing strong men! They really were all kidnapped by these beasts wearing the skin of refugees!

An extremely cold killing intent instantly erupted from Ouyang Wanqing's beautiful, clear eyes, which had originally been cold.

As the dignified young lady of the Prime Ministers Mansion, she had read the books of sages since childhood and naturally knew right from wrong.

Seeing such conscienceless trafficking, how could she endure it?

The True Qi of Ouyang Wanqing's Xuanguan Eleven Apertures instantly surged, and her slender hand pressed fiercely onto the sword at her waist.

She was poised to break through the roof and jump down to wipe out these scumbags in one go!

"What are you doing!" Just as Ouyang Wanqing was about to lose it, a powerful hand, like an iron clamp, pressed tightly onto her right hand as she reached for her sword!

Chen Shanzhi was quick-eyed and fast-handed, pressing half his body over. He not only held down Ouyang Wanqing's hand, but his other hand also wrapped around her slender waist that could be held in one's palm.

With a forceful tug, he pulled her whole body back into the shadows of the roof ridge!

"Mmph!" Caught off guard, Ouyang Wanqing crashed directly into Chen Shanzhi's broad, solid chest.

The two were in an extremely ambiguous position at this moment.

Chen Shanzhi was almost half-riding, half-pressing on her body, pinning her tightly against the cold roof tiles.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, fitting perfectly, and even their intense heartbeats could be heard clearly by each other.

An extremely strong masculine scent, mixed with the faint fragrance of soap on Chen Shanzhi, overwhelmed and engulfed Ouyang Wanqing completely.

Ouyang Wanqing's eyes widened instantly, and her stunningly beautiful face flushed red to the roots of her ears in an instant.

This damn playboy! How dare he treat her like this!

She is the daughter of the current Prime Minister!

Ouyang Wanqing was about to struggle and lash out.

But Chen Shanzhi suddenly lowered his head and brought his lips to her ear.

His burning breath, as if carrying an electric current, hit directly onto Ouyang Wanqing's crystal-clear, extremely sensitive earlobe.

"Have you lost your mind?"

Chen Shanzhi lowered his voice, his tone carrying a hint of unmasked anger and a lecturing tone: "If you go down and slaughter them now, will you become a heroine or ascend to heaven? Do you understand what 'alerting the enemy' means!"

"This old guy Zhang Qing is just a runner, and these few are just peripheral small fry!"

"Where is the big fish behind them? Where is the secret project that needs a massive amount of slaves? Do you not want to investigate that anymore?"

Although Chen Shanzhi's voice was deliberately kept very low, that unquestionable Aura surged into Ouyang Wanqing's ears with extreme arrogance.

Ouyang Wanqing's body stiffened suddenly.