Meng Huai looked at the people supporting each other, trying to escape. He mobilized his spiritual energy and waved his hand, setting up a formation on this street of mecha parts.
The formation was layered, with illusion arrays and killing arrays. However, the killing arrays were not powerful enough to take their lives, but they would certainly cost them half their lives.
Once this formation was activated, it would be harder for these people to leave this street than to ascend to heaven.
In the eyes of these people who had intended to smash the shops, the exit was right in front of them, yet unattainable. No matter how far they walked, even if their hands could touch the wall at the head of the street, they could not get out.
At this moment, the person who had been picking locks felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity, the same sense of powerlessness. The powerlessness of being able to touch something but being unable to get out.
But how could it be only these things? Soon, the world before their eyes transformed.
There were no ghosts or gods in this world, but Meng Huai could make them appear in these people's illusions.
Brother Yong, who had been so imposing when he said he would teach this shop a lesson, now watched his brothers completely disappear. In Brother Yong's consciousness, his eyes were filled with countless evil spirits tormenting him.
Brother Yong had done many evil deeds over the years, otherwise, he wouldn't have brought these people to smash the shop just because Meng Huai stopped him from making money. It was clear that he had done such things often and was not afraid at all.
These ghost-like figures, in Brother Yong's eyes, were people he had tormented, people who had died because of him, one way or another. So upon seeing them, Brother Yong fearfully repeated one sentence: "Don't come over, don't come over!"
But this was merely what Brother Yong thought and saw. They would not stop coming just because Brother Yong said not to. These people surrounded Brother Yong, tightly grasping his neck, and he struggled to breathe from the grip of their hands. Some who couldn't get to the front were grabbing and biting at Brother Yong's limbs.
Brother Yong felt he couldn't breathe, and could only keep his mouth wide open, gasping for the little air he could get. And his subordinates were either entangled by their own fears. For them, this night passed incredibly slowly.
But this was just the effect of the illusions; there were also the killing arrays. Even a small killing array could play with these fellows and cost them half their lives.
"That's enough."
Meng Huai saw that these people were about to be played to death and withdrew the formation. Only then did these people scramble to escape. By the time these people, supporting each other, had fled and returned to their hideout, a small dark room, dawn was breaking.
Only when they reached the hideout did these people feel safe. Their minds had not yet recovered. The group rushed in and quickly locked the door. Relaxing, their legs gave out, and they all collapsed on the ground.
After a while, someone wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He looked at his tattered clothes, not even knowing where he had thrown the knives he had brought with him. Some, after calming down, got up, fetched a cup of water, gulped it down, and asked, "What... what happened to us just now?"
"How strange, I just saw my deceased father! He told me not to do any more evil deeds, that he didn't have a son like me! Wuuwuuwuu!" The person started crying as he spoke, becoming more agitated, his sobs echoing throughout the room.
"Stop crying! What do you look like!" Brother Yong still felt a sense of suffocation, and the other person's crying only annoyed him further. The person, however, fanned the flames: "Boss, I quit! I'm going to listen to my father and find an honest job!"
Brother Yong, annoyed by this, stepped forward and slapped him: "Isn't this a legitimate workplace? That's what you said when you got paid, and now you say you're quitting? Is this a place you can come and go as you please?"
Brother Yong's job was to exploit loopholes, operating in a gray area. It wasn't exactly a legitimate job. Moreover, these employees occasionally had to follow Brother Yong in illegal activities like assault and robbery.
The person had also regained a sliver of reason after the illusion. He truly felt that continuing like this was not sustainable.
Everyone listened to Brother Yong's scolding in the small dark room, and the other person was kicked to the ground by Brother Yong. Some people thought that if this continued, Brother Yong would eventually beat the man to death. The person had already been weak upon returning from the medicinal cuisine restaurant, and after being kicked so many times by Brother Yong, he couldn't hold on and fainted.
At this moment, the door of the small dark room was kicked open. Brother Yong, already furious, turned around to curse, but as things turned out, he was the one kicked to the ground.
"Police, someone reported you... Come with us!" It was Meng Huai who called the police. She didn't want to resolve this matter privately. Their injuries had nothing to do with Meng Huai, but these people had trespassed into her shop, and they were armed, which clearly indicated their intentions.
This trip to the police station was unavoidable for these people!
"Brother Chuan, this person has fainted!" A police officer looked at the person lying on the ground and patted his cheek, receiving no response. The police officer named Brother Chuan also ordered: "Take him to the hospital, you and Little Huang go."
"Yes, Brother Chuan." Thus, those who were seriously injured were taken to the hospital, and those who were lightly injured were taken to the police station. Not long after these people left, Meng Huai made a call to the police: "Yes, my shop was trespassed by a group of people."
The police asked for the address, checked the surveillance footage near the medicinal cuisine restaurant, and found these people. When they were all taken to the police station, some police officers came to the medicinal cuisine restaurant to inquire about the situation. When the police arrived, the medicinal cuisine restaurant had already opened for business. The employees were in place. Seeing the police come to question Meng Huai, these employees all looked towards Meng Huai and her companions.
"Xiao You, pour some tea for the officers." Meng Huai gestured for the officers to sit down and chat. The officer who came to investigate the situation followed her lead and sat down.
At this moment, Xie You, hearing the shop owner's command, came over with the teapot and poured tea for each of them. The leading officer saw the waiter pouring him tea and subconsciously said, "Thank you." Then he heard a clear, cold voice, which sounded somewhat familiar: "You're welcome, it's my duty."
The leading police officer took a sip of tea and looked up. At that moment, he almost choked on his tea. If he had died choking, he would probably be the first person to die from drinking water! But who could tell him: why was the Crown Prince serving tea and water here? What virtue or merit did he possess for this?