Qiao Xiaomai, "...I've told you many times, I don't have the Treasure Pot."
"You do." Bei Yun looked up, his gaze fixed on Qiao Xiaomai, his tone firm.
"If I truly had the Treasure Pot, do you think you'd still be alive right now?" Qiao Xiaomai sneered coldly. "I would've pulled out a Divine Crossbow and blown you to pieces already."
She had guns and bombs in her space. If she caught him off guard, she was 80% confident she could kill Bei Yun.
However, there were over two hundred elite fighters outside the carriage. She didn't know martial arts—killing Bei Yun was possible in an instant, but she wouldn't stand a chance against the two hundred fighters outside.
So, for now, all she could do was vent her frustration verbally and avoid taking any rash actions.
At the moment, Bei Yun wasn't restraining her or drugging her. If she acted and failed, he'd certainly turn to drugs and force her hand.
