Chengdu, Beggar's Sect branch.
On the roof of a rundown, dilapidated temple, Ye Weiming and Sanyue looked down from above at the Beggar's Sect members busy below.
Watching their target, Chen Youliang, mingle smoothly among the crowd with a smile and easy conversation, Sanyue could not help frowning. "Just as you said before, A Ming, compared to Cheng Kun, Chen Youliang's martial arts are hardly worth mentioning. We don't need to play any games of schemes and plots with him. We can just capture and interrogate him directly."
"But in this situation, are we really going to openly fight the entire Beggar's Sect branch?"
After being tempered by the game for so long, Sanyue was no longer the clueless rookie from Dukang Village who could not even understand an old hand's way of dealing with people. Naturally, she knew how serious it was to openly attack a Beggar's Sect branch and kidnap one of its elders.
Still, compared to Ye Weiming, she was more upright and adorable. Somewhat helplessly, she said, "Should we invite Dao Mei over too? With her ability to freely change her appearance and voice, we wouldn't have to worry at all about how to deal with the aftermath."
Ye Weiming shook his head gently. "Your method does make sense. In this situation, if Dao Mei were here, we could indeed resolve the trouble in the simplest and most direct way. We can certainly make reasonable use of such convenient conditions, but we cannot become dependent on them."
"Chen Youliang may be a treacherous hero of his generation, but in this martial arts world, poor martial arts and a low level are his greatest weaknesses."
"With our strength, there is more than one way to take him away without alerting the other Beggar's Sect members. Since Dao