Can a System Have Bad Intentions? - Chapter 118

Glancing at Qin Mo, Lu Tang turned and leaned against the window on her side, looking outside at the crowd and buildings while talking to the system.

“Where were you earlier when I didn’t hear from you?”

[Wuwuwuwu, Host Daddy, I was so miserable. Last time I helped you use the identity detector, I suffered severe damage and even coughed up blood. My body hasn’t recovered yet, boohoohoo.]

Lu Tang: …

“So that ‘pfft’ sound was you coughing up blood?”

[You cursed me, didn’t you?]

Lu Tang: …

“You heard that?”

[You didn’t say it out loud, but your inner thoughts turn into text, and I can see it.]

“If I use Sichuanese or Minnanese for my inner thoughts, can you still convert it? Or foreign languages? Teochew?”

[Why don’t you just say you want to write code for it!]

“Do I look like someone who can write code?” Lu Tang retorted confidently, then rolled her eyes. “What’s the mission?”

[Please complete the grabbing competition and win first place.]

Lu Tang: Huh?

“What competition?”

[Grabbing. According to Baidu’s translation, this phrase means to seize by force, to compete for something.]

Lu Tang: …

“Who am I competing against?”

[I don’t know. The competition target hasn’t been identified… Wait, I sense the competition target approaching, getting closer.]

As the system’s voice babbled on, the carriage entered a bustling street. Lu Tang, leaning out the window, saw a huge crowd in front of the Laifu Inn.

Countless people were waving their arms, shouting something towards the inn’s entrance.

[The competition has started. Please complete the task immediately.]

[Go for it, Host Daddy! A true warrior dares to face the chaos, a true warrior dares to confront the aggressive aunties. Charge, Daddy!]

[The countdown begins. Complete the task within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.]

Upon hearing this, Lu Tang didn’t think twice. She jumped out of the carriage before it even stopped.

The driver, startled, fell off the carriage.

The horse neighed in fright: Scared me to death!

Inside, Qin Mo’s expression froze.

Was Lu Tang escaping because he questioned her? Was he that intimidating?

What did he lack compared to Xie Yu?

Qin Mo angrily pushed aside the curtain and followed her out of the carriage, only to freeze again.

Lu Tang tumbled out, rolled on the ground, and jumped up, ignoring the dust on her clothes, and rushed into the crowd ahead.

Once inside, she realized that the crowd consisted mostly of middle-aged women.

“Three wen, three wen, everything for three wen.”

“Three wen, and you won’t be cheated or disappointed. Three wen, three wen, everything for three wen. Don’t miss out, everyone, check it out!”

A young man stood on a large table at the inn’s entrance, shouting to the passersby.

Below him, a group of women waved their hands, trying to reach the young man’s nose.

Lu Tang, not knowing what was happening, raised her hand and shouted along with them, eager to win.

After enough shouting, the inn’s young man took a bag of fortune pouches from his companion. “Each pouch is three wen. The contents are worth more than that. The grabbing contest starts now. The more you grab, the more you get. Those who get a pouch, please pay and exchange inside.”

As soon as the young man finished, the crowd erupted in excitement.

Lu Tang, thin and small, was lifted off the ground by the crowd.

She truly felt the meaning of the phrase: “Aunties will always be aunties!”

The young man tossed the fortune pouches into the crowd.

Lu Tang closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and threw herself into the fray, determined to win.

Shoes falling off? Whatever!

Hair getting messy? Whatever!

Chest wrap slipping to her waist? Whatever… Wait, that can’t be whatever!

A moment’s distraction, and the pouch she almost had was taken by someone else.

[Keep it up, Host! Grab five more pouches and you’ll be the winner!]

[Host! Go for it!]

[Host! Be strong!]

Ignoring her slipping chest wrap, Lu Tang ferociously fought her way through the crowd, snatching pouches from anyone she encountered.

“Hey, kid, this is mine!”

“Hey, how can you snatch like that!”

“Give it back, that’s my pouch!”

“What’s wrong with you!”

Ignoring the angry shouts of the women, Lu Tang followed the system’s instructions, grabbed five pouches, and dashed towards the inn’s hall.

Behind her, seven or eight women pulled at her hair and clothes in pursuit.

With her hair loose and looking like she had just fought a battle, Lu Tang stumbled into the inn.

Qin Mo, already seated at a table in the hall, watched her with a complicated expression.

Zhou Shu and the others had come down from the second floor, watching Lu Tang with a mix of emotions. They turned to Qin Mo. “What happened to him?”

Qin Mo shook his head. “He was fine in the carriage, but suddenly rushed out.”

When Lu Tang rushed out, they had been watching the crowd from the second-floor window. They saw the whole scene.

Guo Dawei sighed, glancing at the small piles of gifts near the inn’s wall. “These three-wen fortune pouches usually exchange for free meals or small household items. At best, you might get some rice, flour, or meat. Why is he so worked up?”

“Maybe he was traumatized in jail and is mentally unstable? They say people can go mad after a shock,” Zhou Shu mused.

Xu Shen looked at Qin Mo and then at Lu Tang, remembering the incident on the boat. Hesitating, he asked, “Did you two have a fight?”

Usually, lovers’ quarrels could push someone over the edge.

Could it be that their Briother Tang fell for a man and then got driven mad by him?

Qin Mo was taken aback.

A fight?

Did he and the little fool have a fight?

Maybe. After he asked that question, the little fool ignored him and then caused this scene.

Was it his fault?

Qin Mo couldn’t sit still anymore. He got up and walked towards Lu Tang.

She was being attacked by two women on either side, clutching her pouches tightly, and crawling like a shrimp towards the counter.

The sight was both heart-wrenching and… okay, mostly heart-wrenching!

The young master of Qiao’s Inn, fighting so hard for some rice, flour, and meat!

Qin Mo took a few steps over and was about to push the two women away when a young man nearby said, “Sir, our pouch-grabbing contest doesn’t allow outside help.”