Go crazy, who can be crazier than you? [Villainous Female Supporting Character]

Chapter 163, could you please turn it over for me? *sobs*

Sang Ling was still firmly defending her own when Fu Zhirang suddenly came up to her and rubbed against her like a big dog. If he had a tail, he would be wagging it like crazy right now.

It made the teenager's lungs ache.

Without the ball, Sang Ling was unable to pinpoint the players' exact locations, which undoubtedly increased the difficulty of the rescue.

"Jiaojiao, can you stay here and wait for me to come back?" Sang Ling asked softly.

“No.” Fu Zhirang refused without hesitation.

He was staring intently at her, with a wary expression, as if to prevent her from abandoning him and running away.

Thinking about Jiao Jiao's current mental state, Sang Ling hesitated.

"You're trying to run away again?" Fu Zhirang's eyes changed, and his tone became more serious. "You're not allowed to leave my sight."

Sang Ling was heartbroken to see Jiao Jiao so uneasy. She held his hand and soothed him softly, "I won't leave you, don't be afraid."

Fu Gougou's fierce expression softened slightly at this point.

Sang Ling turned her head thoughtfully to look at the disdainful, sneering boy beside her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" The boy suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Do you know what that place is?" Sang Ling asked, pointing to the camp not far away.

The boy raised an eyebrow and smiled dismissively. "I know, but I'm not telling you."

Don't try to get any information out of me; my mouth is as tough as iron.

Sang Ling smiled slightly, which was very kind.

A few minutes later, Sang Ling and Fu Zhirang, dressed in the enemy's uniform, walked behind the boy and swaggered to the front of the camp gate.

"Who are you, and where are you from?" the guard asked warily.

The boy stared ahead, his gaze somewhat unfocused, and spoke slowly and deliberately, "It's me."

The guards looked at the boy for a while before recognizing him, and their attitude immediately became attentive. "Oh, it's you! You're here to pick out some goods again, right? You've come at the right time. We just caught some fresh goods today."

Upon hearing this, Sang Ling's eyes flickered.

The guards opened the door eagerly, bowing to make way, but their fawning smiles faded when they saw Sang Ling and Fu Zhirang, and they hesitated.

"Who are they? They look unfamiliar."

The boy in front paused, slowly turned around, and offered an explanation.

"We need a lot of goods this time, so they were newly transferred here to help."

The guard suddenly realized what was going on, smiled and nodded as he led them inside.

Sang Ling guided the boy into the enemy's territory, subtly surveying his surroundings.

As the boy walked, he suddenly stopped, his body stiffening and twitching slightly, as if he were struggling with something.

Sang Ling stepped forward and held his shoulder, her ethereal voice slowly entering his ears, like the seductive allure of a siren.

"Keep going, keep moving forward."

The boy froze for a moment, then regained his composure and strode forward.

Fu Zhirang stayed by Sang Ling's side like a knight the whole time, looking at the boy and then at the girl, his affection and appreciation for her growing even stronger.

Sang Ling guided the boy to the building indicated by his teammate's location. There was no one guarding it, because access required permission; the gate could only be opened by scanning the pupils.

But Sang Ling wasn't worried at all. She didn't have the authority, but she had the boy.

When Sang Ling controlled the boy to undergo a pupil scan, he showed strong resistance, and his expression became distorted.

Sang Ling lost patience as she noticed the hypnotic effect was gradually fading.

Just as she was considering whether to resort to violence, someone grabbed the boy by the back of the neck and lifted him in front of the scanner, forcibly prying open his eyes to pass the verification.

The gate slowly opened, and Fu Zhirang turned around to Sang Ling to claim credit.

Sang Ling smiled and stepped forward to praise, "Jiaojiao is really amazing."

Fu Maomao raises her eyebrows arrogantly (jpg).

A traumatized teenager: Will anyone speak up for me?

The three successfully entered the building, but since they didn't know which room their teammates were in, they had to search one by one while avoiding the cameras and other people inside.

During this time, the boy finally broke free from Sang Ling's hypnotic control and blurted out, "Damn it, what did you do to me?"

“Hypnosis,” Sang Ling replied casually.

"Impossible! How could someone as powerful as me be controlled by a mere hypnosis?" the boy retorted angrily. "You must have used a spell on me, you vicious woman."

Sang Ling: "Crazy~"

Fu Jiaojiao quickly drew her sword: "Let's just kill him."

After being stopped by Sang Ling, he asked in confusion, "Is it still useful?"

Sang Ling nodded.

Fu Zhirang put away his knife with disappointment, somewhat reluctantly.

Seeing the two searching for someone, the boy kept mocking them from behind, "Give up, this is a prison we built specifically for you. The paths inside are intricate and there are hundreds of rooms."

"You're dreaming if you think you can find your people here..."

Before the boy's sarcastic voice had even finished, he saw Sang Ling punch a wall.

Crash! The wall collapsed.

The teammates, who had been locked in a hidden dark room, were revealed.

Upon seeing a familiar face, Sang Ling said in a calm tone, "Oh, I found it."

The boy who had been sneering could no longer laugh; in fact, one could see a hint of shock and disbelief on his face.

He silently touched his face, looking puzzled.

How could things turn out so quickly?

Seeing the little girl smashing the wall with her bare hands, Fu Zhirang's expression changed. He stepped forward with a serious look, took Sang Ling's hand, and examined it carefully. His thin lips were pursed, and he looked somewhat angry.

"Next time you want to smash something, ask me to do it. Don't do it yourself."

A pet's paws are so delicate and soft; they could break with the slightest pinch. What if they get damaged?

Sang Ling looked at her own hands, which were covered in high-tech gloves, and then at the other person's long, slender, and fair hands, and fell silent.

Let's forget about it; it wouldn't look good if I broke my hand.

The teammates in the dark room were also surprised to see Sang Ling, but then delighted.

When they were captured, they had prepared for the worst, but they didn't expect the rescue to come so quickly.

"Commander." Everyone looked at Sang Ling.

Seeing them all lying helplessly on the ground, leaning against the wall, Sang Ling frowned deeply. "What happened?"

"They must have drugged us with something; we're completely unable to exert any strength now," the squad leader quickly explained their predicament.

To be honest, they were careless during their rescue operation and fell into the enemy's trap, where they were all captured.

"Holy crap, boss." The man in the corner saw Fu Zhirang and his eyes lit up.

Sang looked over upon hearing the sound and saw another familiar face.

"Holy crap, sister-in-law, what are you doing here?" Wei Shu, looking utterly disheveled, was startled to see Sang Ling.

So he was the surviving team member.

Sang Ling sighed deeply.

Fu Zhirang ignored Wei Shu's shouts and kept his attention on Sang Ling. When he saw her sigh, he went up and patted her head to comfort her.

"Boss, why aren't you talking to me? Boss, it's me, your Wei Shu!"

"Boss, you're alive! I'm so happy, sob sob~"

"When I couldn't reach you at first, I thought you were gone, sob sob..."

"That's great, sob sob~"

"So, boss, could you help me flip it over?"