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Meng Fuyao glanced over with a look of appreciation. The Chief of the White Mountains was a true expert; the steps he took resembled nature's elements and were invulnerable. He was much better than Boss Bull, whose inner energy could not match up to his own exterior skills.

However, in her eyes, the Chief of the White Mountains was still far from being her opponent.

The Chief originally did not view with Meng Fuyao with high regard. After the slap that she delivered towards Boss Bull, he became a lot more cautious, but he still thought that Boss Bull was just careless and Meng Fuyao was slightly faster in her movements. Wouldn't it be alright as long as she did not come close to him?

He reached towards his waist and extracted a grey rope, which flicked out silently. The rope was exceptionally long, and even though he stood far away, the rope extended until it reached Meng Fuyao's face. The wind howled, but the tip of the role calmly aimed for Meng Fuyao's eyes.

In response, Meng Fuyao raised her hand. The movement did not seem fast, but the jade-like hand caught the rope, which was as hard as steel after being injected with the Chief's inner energy.

Then, she flicked her wrist, and there were immediately wave-like tremors on the rope. The tremors became more and more intense until the Chief's fingers went weak from the shock and he released his grip of the rope. Meng Fuyao immediately grabbed the slackening rope and flicked it again, causing it to become straight. The end of the foot-long rope thrust into the Chief's chest.

Instantly, the Chief of the White Mountains spat out a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying, and he landed into the crowd full of shocked spectators.

Meng Fuyao threw the rope away and said nonchalantly, ”Don't waste my time. All of you can come at me at the same time.”

As such, all of them went up simultaneously.

Hence, after some sounds of crashing and banging, a pile of human bodies quickly appeared on the ground.

15 minutes later, Meng Fuyao stood and stretched. ”The overall standard is pretty low, and none of them are strong independent fighters. Forming a sea of fighters is the only strategy that they can think of.”

She extended her hand towards the defeated opponents on the ground. ”Pass me the command token.”

Everyone turned to look at the Chief of the White Mountains in unison, and the latter silently passed the token to her.

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Meng Fuyao let Tie Cheng calculate the number of people present, and there were 18 of them. They led different clans, with the bigger ones having a few thousand members and the smaller ones having a few hundred members. Clans were distributed amongst different lands in the northern region, and though their influence could not compare to that of the Eternal Sky Clan, the vast number of people in the Union could bring down any huge power.

Furthermore, to Meng Fuyao's surprise, she found out that there was one of the clans that housed people from all trades.

Such a clan usually comprised of people who belonged to the lower echelons of society and was set up especially for lowly manual laborers including opera and circus performers, prostitutes, and grocery-sellers. These people were often bullied and needed protection more than other people, and they had the money to be accepted into the clan. Since they were very willing to submit their membership fee, such clans were usually rich. But in situations like the current one, they had no status at all and could only stand in a corner, and people who walked by spat on them.

Meng Fuyao tried to speak up for them. ”Sigh, don't discriminate against our hardworking laborers.”

Some replied angrily, ”These people even accept traffickers in their clan. They are devoid of conscience!”

The person who was scolded hurriedly hid his head between his legs. Meng Fuyao pulled his head out and asked, ”Traffickers?”

These traffickers spread a type of secret lotion on their palms, and anyone who came into contact with the lotion would obediently follow the trafficker. This was the most shameless industry out of all the jobs in the Three Religions and Nine Schools, and even the rebellious forces would find it degrading to sit beside them. Somehow, they managed to steal the invitations and insisted on staying even after being spat on.

After thinking for a moment, Meng Fuyao called the head of the clan over. He was a man with a huge mole on his face, and on the mole were three strands of long hair. The head came over, joyously at Meng Fuyao's call. Meng Fuyao understood that the Eleventh Prince's campaign of fighting against the rebels was promoted very widely, but he also had ties to the underground society. So where did the men whom he caught come from? After a few rounds of questioning, she realized that those were people who were struggling to make a living. They either did not submit the fees to abstain them from capture, or have no authority or power, and were being forced to their wits' ends. Without many choices left, they could only gamble by placing their lives with the Eleventh Prince.

Meng Fuyao squatted down and sighed. ”All of them are pitiful people…”

Below her, the head of the clan wept and kept giving Meng Fuyao money. ”Union Chief, take pity on us too.”