At Linhai port, inside a junk ship capable of ocean navigation.
Madam Baihua and Meng Qi sat opposite each other, while Ying Ning hid behind her 'mother'. Only her lovable, charming face could be clearly seen.
"We owe you greatly for this, Mr. Tyrant. The consequences would have been unimaginable otherwise." Madam Baihua put on a show of gratitude exaggerated twice over. Her eyes were full of respect and admiration. Had it been an ordinary man in Meng Qi's place, his ego would definitely be inflated along with his sense of vanity.
"Exactly. If not for me, you definitely wouldn't have been nearly captured..." Beneath his relaxed demeanor and indifferent expression, Meng Qi was sarcastically retorting in his mind. He ignored Madam Baihua's passionate gaze and slowly said, "Since the matter of Linhai is over, you can now detail your sect's affairs."
