Normally, someone like him, with a sister serving at his lord's side, should not be sending more women to Meng Zhao. That would be courting taboo—not only causing trouble for his own sister, but also making it easy for others to brand him a shameless flatterer.
However, Han Pu had seen that this woman was fierce as a tiger, plain in appearance, and knotted with muscle. Meng Zhao would never take an interest in her, which was why he had entertained the thought of capturing and subduing her, then recommending her upward.
Once that thought arose, this woman's importance actually surpassed that of Envoy Wang of the Hell Path.
His left hand still gripped the hilt of the Changyang Divine Saber at his waist. Divine light shot three feet from his eyes as he shouted,
"You deal with Envoy Wang. No need to hold back—dead or wounded, it matters not. Leave this woman to me. Do not harm her life."
When Han Pu said this, the others did not think much of it at first. Yet several Meng Family retainers, especially the three who had exchanged a move with the strong, hardened woman, vaguely understood. Could it be that Lord Han wanted to subdue this woman and add another capable talent to the Meng Family?
Those who could cultivate Innate Martial Dao were rarely fools. Even if their knowledge was limited, they could not possibly know nothing of Special Physiques. In particular, this woman's blood and qi burned fiercely like a furnace sun, vast and overwhelmingly yang—truly most unusual.
They, too, began to harbor some thoughts. If they could help Han Pu accomplish this, perhaps Meng Zhao, pleased by their efforts, would reward them with something. If he were willing to offer them a few pointers, that would be a