Guide to tame my villainous husbands novel Chapter 433

Mo Qiang was enraged. For the sake of cultivating Madam Sang and the rest of the team members, it could be said that she handed benefits from both hands. Water, corn, maple syrup, eggs and chicken —— she had never shied away from handing such things to her team members.

All because she wanted to buy their hearts through these additional incentives. She always thought that as long as they were worn over they would work like a horse and cow for her and then pay her back for all the incentives that they had taken, this way neither she would be the one who would be wronged nor the team members would be wronged.

But now those team members were caught by Bai Po! If they died who would cough out the money for the meat, maple syrup and water bottles?

' I will not let that woman off easily, she dared to touch my women—— did she ask for my permission!' Mo Qiang rumbled in her head, her expression turning again and again until Chichi and the other two spirits were hiding behind Xiao Jiao who looked at the angry Mo Qiang and then said stiffly,

" Calm down woman, you look like you want to chop someone up."

" Thats because I really want to chop someone up," Mo Qiang replied, if someone was to beat her dog wasn't it similar to beating her face? The one who was captured was her workers, capturing and locking them up was similar to stomping on her, Mo Qiang's face!

If this was some rich, high-class missy, Mo Qiang would have knelt and said 'Harder Mommy!' As long as the money got in her bank account she really did not care about anything but!

Who was Bai Po? A yellow-faced criminal who did not have even a house under her name, how could she be allowed to stomp on her face? Mo Qiang will never allow something like this to happen!

Xiao Jiao was speechless and the three spirits were speechless as well.

What kind of preferential treatment was this? It was a good thing that Bai Po could not read Mo Qiang's thoughts or else she would have cried. Was she some sort of yellow-faced, little girl who could be dealt with at any moment?

She was a psychopathic killer! One who morphed and twisted a human body into something unrecognizable! How could Mo Qiang talk about her like this? More importantly, what kind of fetish was this? How could she talk about stomping so easily?

Listening to her thought process, the three spirits and Xiao Jiao felt like Mo Qiang was married to the right mers! If she was a woman who liked pain then those three could definitely deal with her like that!

" Elder sister, you stay outside," seeing that something was weird about this cave, Mo Xifeng decided to deal with the matter on her own, she stepped forward and then glanced around the cave. She was looking at the roof and the walls but she never looked down as she believed that as a knight she should never lower her head. When Mo Qiang saw Mo Xifeng was looking up, her brows twitched and she immediately pulled her back.

Mo Qiang was not saying this because she was slowly remembering her predecessor's memories but also because she once lived in a small gang with other thugs when she was fourteen or fifteen, back then the orphanage did not have much funds and they only got single meal a day for the sake of getting two meals, Mo Qiang started small business of selling bouquets and knitted scarves and embroidered handkerchiefs but then she found out that she could not sell the stuff without the protection of a gang. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

Back then she did not participate in any of the gang fight but she learned all sort of stuff and the teachings that the leader gave her was still firmly imprinted in her mind.

' As long as you can stay alive nothing else matters. Even if you have to beg, kneel… if you have to stab, do it. As long as you live, there is more than one way to get your revenge.'

Thugs, pickpocketers and murderers ——they all followed the same mottos, it did not matter how they lived, as long as they lived nothing else mattered to them.

Only fools like Mo Xifeng would believe in honour and pride thinking that they were willing to die.

Mo Qiang was however different, she was selfish and wanted to live, when you have nothing to eat and starving on the street what pride can you even talk about?

Mo Qiang had once spent months going hungry and working, back then she would have happily stolen if it meant to eat. People who were broken were not afraid of going barefoot.