Who's More Arrogant, Who's Right

Mo Qiong had a plan once he confirmed the children were in room 205.

This time, he couldn't just knock politely like before.

The previous family were ordinary people, but the owner of this inn was definitely an accomplice.

A human trafficking ring wouldn't choose a random, unrelated place to house so many children.

When Mo Qiong insisted on room 205, the other party's reaction further solidified his suspicions.

He had intentionally caused trouble, and he had also intentionally called the police. The owner's refusal to allow it showed he had something to hide.

Trying to reason with a den of thieves like this was useless, so he decided to just stir up trouble.

Human trafficking rings with children weren't just afraid of the police; they were afraid of almost any trouble, because any incident could easily expose them.

On the other hand, Mo Qiong was confident and didn't fear the police at all.

Fighting? No... what was he doing if he wasn't fighting the traffickers?

So he flipped the table. He had chased them all the way here, exhausted, and he wasn't going to waste words with these traffickers.

Mo Qiong acted aggressively, certain they were guilty.

Indeed, the owner initially endured it, trying to send Mo Qiong away. But Mo Qiong was there for them, acting completely unreasonable and even unafraid of calling the police himself.

In the end, the owner backed down. He thought, Why did I run into someone so aggressive? I threatened you with calling the police, so why are you calling 110 yourself? This guy's temper is too intense!

The owner was at a loss. He couldn't let Mo Qiong call the police. There were several 'brats' upstairs, and if the police questioned them, they'd all be finished.

If soft tactics wouldn't work, they'd have to use force.

He's just causing trouble, can't a group of them handle one person?

"Forget the police, I'm warning you to get out, or face the consequences," the owner said, glaring at Mo Qiong while gripping his phone.

The owner's eyes widened, but Mo Qiong's widened even further. "I've got a temper, and you're trying to snatch my phone?"

With a single kick, Mo Qiong sent the owner flying.

"Bang!"

"Ugh..."

The owner slammed into the wall, gasping for air, eyes unfocused, drool trickling from his mouth.

"What's going on!" Four middle-aged men rushed down from upstairs, their skin dark and hands calloused.

They looked a bit stunned at the owner's state, and one bald man even shot the owner an angry look.

Don't they know we're 'transporting goods'? Why would you cause trouble? Why are you fighting?

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

"Young man, that's where you're wrong. This is the owner's establishment, and you can't just force your way into a room and then assault someone," the bald man accused.

Mo Qiong sneered, "I already hit him, are you going to call the police now?"

His words were full of bravado, like a typical hothead who thought he was above the law.

The bald man's mouth twitched, and the other three men were angered. "You asking for a beating, kid!"

As the three men moved to attack, the bald man held them back.

"Don't! Everyone, stop. Young people are so passionate. I know you acted on impulse, but it's not worth calling the police. Just leave, and we'll pretend this never happened. What do you say, boss?" the bald man said, looking at the owner.

The owner, leaning against the wall, gritted his teeth at the bald man's words. "Forget it, let's just forget it."

Mo Qiong smiled. These guys are quite patient.

Leaving was not an option; he hadn't seen the children yet. So he said, "Fine, then we'll let this go."

"That's right!" the bald man said with a smile, expecting Mo Qiong to leave.

To his surprise, Mo Qiong didn't leave. He continued, "Alright then, you guys move out. I want room 205."

The bald man's smile froze, and the others were stunned and furious.

"You beat up the owner, and now you want us to give up our room?" the three men exclaimed.

"I hit him because he deserved it, and I want that room because I want it. There's no contradiction, is there? Besides... didn't we agree to let it go? Why are you bringing it up again?" Mo Qiong said.

The three men's eyes widened, they were almost driven mad. They had never seen someone so brazenly act like they were invincible. This time, the bald man's expression turned cold, and he remained silent.

"Screw you, I'll cripple you." The three men immediately charged, unable to take it anymore.

Mo Qiong thought, Perfect timing. He kicked the first man squarely in the groin.

"Ah!" The man's voice distorted as he screamed, his eyes bulging.

He flew backward involuntarily, slamming into the bald man.

The bald man's expression changed. Crippling someone else? With that kick, he could cripple me first.

He knew instantly that Mo Qiong was not to be trifled with; he was a skilled fighter.

He immediately took advantage of the other two men engaging Mo Qiong and twisted himself to run upstairs.

However, Mo Qiong wasn't going to be held back. With his ability to designate landing points, he could truly use minimal force to repel a great power with his bare hands.

When someone punched at him, he grabbed their arm and swung, causing the person to lose balance and stumble out.

Another person lunged to pin Mo Qiong down, but that was even more wishful thinking. A person in mid-air couldn't gain leverage. Mo Qiong pushed at the man's waist...

"There you go!" The man was immediately sent flying sideways, hitting the boss who was leaning against the wall. They both fell together, like billiard balls.

"Where's the last one!" Mo Qiong yelled, rushing straight to the second floor to chase the bald man.

He ran up the stairs and saw the bald man leading a group of children out of a room. Besides the five Mo Qiong was looking for, there was one unfamiliar child, making a total of six kids, all around three or four years old.

"You..."

The bald man was afraid that his men wouldn't be able to defeat Mo Qiong, which would escalate the situation and expose these children.

So, while the fight was going on downstairs, he cleverly ran upstairs to move the children, intending to hide them in other rooms first.

But who knew that the three men, who were usually so arrogant and always talked about crippling people, couldn't even last three seconds against a tough opponent.

Just as he led the children out, Mo Qiong caught up.

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

The bald man didn't dare to fight him. He suddenly smiled obsequiously, "It's a misunderstanding, brother, all a misunderstanding. Those three idiots just have bad tempers. Aren't I giving you the room?"

"We'll move out right now, you can have it, live here freely."

This person had long mastered the art of shamelessness. Seeing that Mo Qiong had caught him, he quickly claimed he was giving him the room.

Mo Qiong looked down at the children. He recognized five of them from photos.

However, after being missing for several months, even up to half a year, the children had become much thinner, and they all remained silent.

It was likely that the bald man and his associates had used various methods over the past few months to keep them quiet and well-behaved.

"What's with this wound?" Mo Qiong squatted down and lifted a child's shirt, revealing minor bruises on his arm and body.

The child still didn't speak, just looked at Mo Qiong.

The bald man said anxiously, "These are our children. They're just kids, we have to discipline them when they don't listen."

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

"Can't let him ask any more questions, or things will get bad..." The bald man frantically signaled to his accomplice who had followed Mo Qiong upstairs. The signal was exceptionally fierce.

The accomplice understood and immediately grabbed two iron bars from the windowsill by the stairs, which had been placed there long ago for emergencies.

He didn't expect to use them so soon. One man charged at Mo Qiong, the iron bar whistling as it swung towards the back of Mo Qiong's head.

Mo Qiong, with his back to them, was crouching down. In this position, even if an ordinary person reacted, they shouldn't be able to dodge.

However, Mo Qiong only glanced back at the iron bar. He quickly pulled something from his pocket and thrust it backward with lightning speed.

"Clang!"

With Man and Sword Mutual Control, Mo Qiong easily struck the iron bar and deflected it. The iron bar swished past Mo Qiong, missing its target.

Everyone was shocked. It could be deflected like that? How fast were his reflexes and eyesight?

When they looked at what Mo Qiong was holding, their eyeballs almost popped out.

"A k...key?"

It was a key, an ordinary key. Using the Man and Sword Mutual Control technique, with absolute lock-on, Mo Qiong could simply swing it with all his might, accelerating it to collide with the iron bar. No matter what, it would definitely hit accurately.

At most, his hand would hurt, but that was better than his head getting hit.

"Were you trying to kill me with that move?" Mo Qiong stood up and quickly pulled out a pen, jamming it into the man's tiger's mouth.

The man cried out in pain, and the iron bar slipped from his grasp.

Mo Qiong kicked it, juggling it like a soccer ball, and the iron bar bounced into his hand.

"Bang!"

He swung the iron bar, knocking out half of the man's teeth. Blood gushed out.

"Get out of the way!" Two more people behind him shouted and rushed forward, swinging their iron bars.

Two bars swung towards him, and with two clangs, they were knocked away.

Mo Qiong held the iron bar like a sharp sword, swinging it a couple of times to quickly deflect the enemies' bars.

He hit the first one, and under the recoil, he loosened his grip. By the time he gripped it again, it instantly hit the second one.

After two clangs, there were two more smacks.

The two men's bars flew out of their hands and landed on the ground.

"Ah!" Both men clutched their hands, which had been hit hard, and retreated with screams.

All three men held their hands, trembling, and looked at Mo Qiong in fear: What was the use of these iron bars?

"Whoosh!" This wasn't over yet. The boss also ran upstairs, holding two cleavers, and swung them forcefully at Mo Qiong.

Mo Qiong's eyes turned cold. He had children behind him, yet this guy was completely reckless.

"Clang!" He swung the iron bar, hitting the cleavers in mid-air.

"Whoosh... Clang!" The cleaver was sent flying back as if it were a baseball, heading straight for the boss.

The boss was so scared he froze, unable to react at all.

Fortunately, the cleaver whizzed past his ear and smashed into the wall.

"Holy crap..." The boss stared in horror at Mo Qiong, who was holding the pipe, all his courage gone.

With a wail, he ran downstairs.

At the same time, footsteps sounded from behind. Mo Qiong turned his head and saw the bald man rushing towards the window, intending to jump from the second floor to escape.

Clearly, they had been intimidated by Mo Qiong's combat prowess and, abandoning the children, just wanted to flee.

"Ha..." Mo Qiong casually threw the iron pipe, hitting the bald man in the back. As he was climbing out the window, the impact sent him tumbling from the second floor, falling onto the road off-balance.

Meanwhile, the other three men also fled down the stairs.

But Mo Qiong wouldn't let them get away. He had been pursuing this group all night, and now the sun was rising.

As he called the police, he patted the heads of the children and said, "Stay right here, don't move. I'll be back soon."