ROTCGIS, Chapter One Hundred and Forty One

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Rebirth of the Charming Girl in Space

Chapter 141:

Have You Killed Before?

Mourong Lingran raised an eyebrow, finding Auntie Xia's intuition surprisingly accurate.

As some villagers happened to pass by, curious about the commotion, they hesitated to approach. Others, who had previously worked for the Mourong family, rushed to the village to call for help upon hearing about the trouble.

Mourong Zong took the lead and stepped forward, a cold glint in his eyes, and asked sternly, "Who are you? What are you doing on my family's land?"

The leader gave him a disdainful look and arrogantly said, "Are you the owner of this land?"

"Yes."

The leader tossed a prepared silver note in front of Mourong Zong and handed him a land transfer document, speaking with an unyielding tone, "Take the silver note and immediately put your handprint on this document. My master is taking over this land."

Mourong Zong didn't bother picking up the silver note. Sneering at their arrogance, he asked, "Taking over? How much silver are you offering?"

One of the men behind the leader jeered, "Don't you have hands? Pick it up and see for yourself!"

Mourong Lingran interjected, "Are you all brainless? Even if you don't know how much your master is offering, how can you just show up and claim the land? Defying the law in broad daylight, seizing land without authorization—those actions could cost you dearly!"

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The leader stared arrogantly, "Little girl, you're asking for trouble!"

"Trouble?" Mourong Lingran smirked, "This land was bought through official channels by my family. You, inexplicably showing up and claiming it without any legal basis, are openly disregarding the law. Robbing land under the emperor's nose – the ones asking for trouble are you!"

The leader crossed his arms, sneering, "Bought through official channels? Let me tell you, as long as my master desires something, there's nothing he can't get. The emperor is too high and mighty to bother with your trifling matters! Follow our instructions now, or you'll regret it!"

Mourong Zong took another step forward, a cold smile on his face, "You can try. I want to see how you'll regret it!"

"Boss." One of the men behind the leader said, "Stop wasting time with them. Let's finish our business quickly and report back to the master."

The leader nodded, ordering, "Men, drive them all out!"

"Yes!"

"I dare you to try!" Mourong Zong, holding a hoe, glared at them with a fierce and murderous look.

The leader hesitated, then asked nervously, "Have you... killed someone?"

Mourong Zong sneered, "Consider yourselves lucky. My brother and I have been traveling and escorting for two months, and we just returned in time to meet you. Killed someone? A person walking the martial path, how could their hands be free of blood?"

The group of men looked at each other hesitantly. Though usually arrogant, they had never faced someone who didn't care about their own life.

"Stop! Stop fighting!" A villager rushed over, shouting upon seeing the impending conflict.

Upon closer inspection, more than twenty young men followed him, mostly those who had worked for the Mourong family or were their relatives.

These young men quickly entered the vegetable field, standing firmly beside Mourong Zong. The two sides faced each other, neither willing to yield, creating a tense standoff.

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