Whoever Is Arrogant Has Reason on Their Side

Mo Qiong was certain that the children were in Room 205, and he had already made up his mind.

This time, he couldn't politely knock and ask to be let in like before.

The previous household had been ordinary people, but the owner of this hotel was definitely an accomplice.

A trafficking ring carrying so many children wouldn't casually choose a place to stay that had nothing to do with them.

After Mo Qiong insisted on Room 205, the other party's reaction made him even more certain.

Granted, he had deliberately caused trouble, but he had also deliberately threatened to call the police. The owner's refusal showed that he had something to hide.

There was no point trying to reason calmly with a den like this. He might as well make trouble for the sake of it.

A trafficking ring with children in tow was not only afraid of running into the police, but also hardly dared to provoke anyone. The moment something happened, they could easily be exposed.

Mo Qiong, on the other hand, had nothing to fear. He wasn't afraid of the police at all.

It was only a fight, not... How could beating up human traffickers be called a fight?

He might as well turn the table over. He had chased them all the way here from far away and was exhausted. Why waste any more words on these traffickers?

Mo Qiong deliberately acted overbearing, certain that they had a guilty conscience.

Sure enough, the owner had initially swallowed his anger and tried to send Mo Qiong away. But Mo Qiong had come specifically for them, refused to reason with them, wasn't afraid of calling the police, and had even dialed the number himself.

As a result, the owner lost his nerve instead. How did I run into someone this unreasonable? I was using the police to threaten you, so what the hell are you doing calling 110 yourself?! Is this guy's temper made of steel or something?

The owner had no choice. He couldn't let Mo Qiong call the police. There were several "little brats" upstairs, and if the police questioned them, they would all be finished.

Since soft tactics wouldn't work, they would have to use force.

He was just some troublemaker. Could a whole group of people really not handle one man?

"Forget about calling the police. I'm warning you—get out, or suffer the consequences." The owner glared while clutching his phone.

His eyes were wide, but Mo Qiong's were even wider. "I've got a bad temper, and you're trying to snatch my phone?"

With one kick, Mo Qiong sent the owner flying.

"Bang!"

"Ugh..."

The owner crashed into the wall. He gasped through his mouth, his eyes staring blankly as saliva dribbled uncontrollably from his lips.

"What's going on?" Four middle-aged men rushed downstairs all at once. Their skin was dark, and their hands were covered in calluses.

Seeing the owner's miserable state, they were somewhat stunned. One bald man even glared fiercely at the owner.

Didn't they know they were "transporting cargo"? How could they cause trouble? How had they even started fighting?

The owner pointed at Mo Qiong. "He... He insists on staying in your room..."

"Young man, this is your fault. This is the owner's hotel. How can you force him to give you a room and then hit him?" the bald man scolded.

Mo Qiong sneered. "I already hit him. Are you planning to call the police too?"

His words were brimming with criminal swagger, making him sound exactly like the kind of hotheaded fool who claimed not to fear the police.

The bald man's lips twitched when he heard this, while the three men beside him shouted angrily, "You're asking for a beating!"

Seeing that the three men were about to attack, the bald man still forcibly held them back.

"Don't fight! None of you fight. Young people are always hot-blooded. I know you just acted on impulse. There's no need to call the police. You should leave. Let's pretend nothing happened today. Boss, what do you say?" As he spoke, the bald man looked toward the owner.

The owner pushed himself up against the wall. Hearing the bald man, he gritted his teeth. "Forget it, then. Let's forget it."

Mo Qiong smiled inwardly. This group is pretty good at enduring.

There was no way he was leaving. He still hadn't seen the children, so he said, "Sure. Then we'll let this matter drop."

"Exactly!" The bald man smiled, waiting for Mo Qiong to leave.

Who could have expected Mo Qiong not to leave? He continued, "All right, then bring them out. I want Room 205."

The bald man's smile froze, while the others were stunned with anger.

"You beat up the owner and still want us to give up our room?" the three men shouted angrily.

"I hit him because he deserved it. I want that room because I want to stay there. Those two things don't conflict, do they? Besides... didn't you say we should pretend nothing happened? Why are you bringing it up again?" Mo Qiong said.

The three men glared at him, nearly driven mad with anger. They had never seen anyone so arrogant, as if to say, Who else dares challenge me? The bald man's expression turned cold, but he said nothing.

"Fuck you! I'll cripple you!" The three men charged forward at once. They truly couldn't endure it any longer.

Perfect timing. Mo Qiong kicked the lead man directly in the groin.

"Ah!" The man's voice warped as both his eyes bulged out.

His whole body flew backward involuntarily and slammed into the bald man.

The bald man's expression changed when he saw this. Cripple him? After that kick, it looked like they would be the ones getting crippled first.

That single move was enough to show that Mo Qiong was no pushover. He knew how to fight.

The bald man immediately took advantage of the other two men entangling Mo Qiong and turned to run upstairs.

However, Mo Qiong couldn't possibly be held back by them. With the ability to designate a landing point, he could genuinely use minimal force to overcome overwhelming strength with his bare hands.

When someone punched at him, he would grab the person's arm and swing it aside, making the man lose his balance and stagger away.

When another man lunged at him, hoping to pin him down, that was even more ridiculous. A person in midair couldn't borrow any strength, so when Mo Qiong shoved him at the small of his back...

"Away you go!" The man immediately flew sideways and crashed into the owner, who was holding onto the wall. The two fell together like billiard balls.

"There's still one more!" Mo Qiong shouted as he charged straight for the second floor after the bald man.

He ran upstairs with thudding footsteps and saw the bald man leading a group of children out of a room. Aside from the five children Mo Qiong was looking for, there was one unfamiliar child, making six in total. They were all only three or four years old.

"You..."

The bald man had been afraid that the group wouldn't be able to defeat Mo Qiong. If the trouble escalated, the children would be exposed.

So, while the fight broke out downstairs, he had cleverly run upstairs to move the children and hide them in another room first.

Who could have known that the three men, who usually bragged loudly about how they could cripple anyone, wouldn't last even three seconds against a real tough opponent?

The moment he led the children out, Mo Qiong had already caught up.

"What are you doing?" Mo Qiong strode forward.

The bald man didn't dare fight him. He suddenly put on a smile and said, "It's a misunderstanding, brother. It's all a misunderstanding. Those three idiots just have bad tempers. Wasn't I already giving you the room?"

"We'll move out right away. You can stay there, stay as long as you like."

This man had long since mastered the art of shamelessness. After Mo Qiong caught him red-handed, he hurriedly claimed that he was giving up the room for him.

Mo Qiong lowered his head and examined the children. He recognized five of them and had seen their photographs.

They had been missing for several months, some even more than half a year, and all of them had grown much thinner. Every one of them kept their mouths shut without saying a word.

Presumably, to keep them quiet and obedient, the bald man and the others had used plenty of methods over the past few months.

"What happened to these injuries?" Mo Qiong crouched down and lifted a child's shirt, discovering faint bruises on the child's arm and body.

The child still said nothing, merely looking at Mo Qiong.

The bald man hurriedly said, "They're all our children. Kids are like that—when they're disobedient, you have to discipline them."

As he spoke, he glanced behind Mo Qiong, sweat already beading on his forehead.

I can't let him keep asking questions. Something will happen if he asks any more... The bald man hurriedly gestured viciously at the accomplices coming up behind Mo Qiong.

They understood immediately. They pulled two iron rods from the windowsill beside the staircase. They had been placed there long ago in case they were needed.

They hadn't expected to use them now. One man charged at Mo Qiong, the iron rod whooshing as he swung it straight at the back of Mo Qiong's head.

Mo Qiong had his back to them and was crouching down. In this position, even an ordinary person who noticed the attack in time would have no way to dodge.

However, Mo Qiong only glanced back at the iron rod. He swiftly pulled an object from his pocket and stabbed backward with lightning speed.

"Clang!"

Mo Qiong used Man and Sword Mutual Control, easily piercing the iron rod. With a forceful sweep, he knocked it aside, causing it to miss him completely.

Everyone was stunned. He could even knock it away like that? How fast did his reactions and eyesight have to be?

When they looked at the object in Mo Qiong's hand, their eyes nearly popped out.

"A... a key?"

It was an ordinary key. Using the technique of Man and Sword Mutual Control, with absolute lock-on, Mo Qiong only needed to swing it without thinking and accelerate it with all his strength to knock the iron rod aside. No matter what, it was guaranteed to hit accurately.

At worst, his hand would hurt. That was still better than getting hit in the head.

"Was that meant to take my life?" Mo Qiong rose and swiftly pulled out a pen, jamming it into the man's web between his thumb and index finger.

The man cried out in pain, and the iron rod slipped from his hand.

Mo Qiong kicked it. Like juggling a ball, he bounced the iron rod into his own hand.

"Bang!"

He swung the rod, smashing away half of the man's teeth in one blow as blood gushed out.

"Move!" Two more men shouted behind him as they charged over, waving iron rods.

The two rods came crashing down, only to be knocked aside with two clanging sounds.

With the iron rod in hand, Mo Qiong wielded it like a sharp sword, sweeping it twice to quickly deflect the enemies' rods.

When he struck the first man, the recoil caused the man to loosen his grip. By the time he grabbed the rod again, it had already smashed into the second man.

After two clanging blows, there were two more smacks.

The rods flew from the two men's hands and dropped to the floor.

"Ah!" Their hands had been struck brutally, and they retreated while screaming.

All three men clutched their hands and trembled, staring at Mo Qiong in fear. What use were their iron rods against him?

"Whoosh!" It wasn't over yet. The owner had also run upstairs, gripping two kitchen knives and hurling them at Mo Qiong with all his strength.

Mo Qiong's eyes turned cold. There were children behind him, yet this man showed no concern whatsoever.

"Clang!" Mo Qiong swung the rod, striking one of the kitchen knives in midair.

"Whoosh... clang!" The knife was batted back like a baseball, flying straight toward the owner.

The owner was frightened stiff and couldn't react at all.

Fortunately, the knife skimmed past his ear and embedded itself in the wall.

"Holy shit..." The owner stared in terror at Mo Qiong, who held the iron rod. All his courage vanished.

He let out a wail and ran straight downstairs.

At the same time, footsteps sounded behind him. Mo Qiong turned around and saw the bald man rushing toward the window, trying to jump from the second floor and escape.

Clearly, Mo Qiong's Force Value had scared them. They didn't even care about the children anymore and only wanted to flee.

"Ha..." Mo Qiong casually threw the iron rod. It struck the bald man in the back as he was climbing through the window, sending him tumbling from the second floor. He lost his balance and crashed onto the road.

At the same time, the other three men also fled down the stairs.

But how could Mo Qiong let them escape? He had spent the entire night chasing this group, and dawn had already broken.

As he called the police, he stroked the heads of the children and said, "Stay here and don't wander off. I'll be right back."