Chapter 142

Ignoring the applause from the crowd, Bei Qiao kicked the black-faced bandit in the shoulder, knocking him unconscious and throwing him aside. Several fully armed players squeezed out of the crowd and dragged the unconscious black-faced bandit onto a nearby tricycle, preparing to pile the bandits together and transport them away once the incident was over.

"Good!" The tourists applauded again. The bandit who was fighting with Xishi at the back of the crowd was about to turn around to look at them, but his stupid teammate hit him on the back of the head with his elbow. He was so angry that he slapped back with his backhand.

Bei Qiao: "..." Are you treating the fight against bandits as an impromptu performance in the village? That's fine, it's better than causing a riot and stampede.

"Boss, you're here too!" Li Qingqing grabbed a bandit and beat him while waving at Bei Qiao across the crowd.

"Focus on your fight, don't be distracted."

"Okay!"

Because there were no casualties and the police didn't show up, the other tourists thought it was just a show. After the black-faced bandit was knocked down, they enthusiastically went back to watching the battle at the bun stall. If it weren't for the stall owner who spontaneously maintained order, they would have even wanted to confront the bandit.

The parents of the little boy who had just faced the black-faced bandit did not think that all this was acted out, because at the moment when the man rushed towards them with a machete, they truly felt the murderous intent coming towards them.

Holding their ignorant child tightly in their arms, they watched with lingering fear as the black-faced bandit was dragged away. If it weren't for the kind-hearted people who came to their aid, they might have really died there.

After finally coming to their senses, the couple hugged the little boy and thanked Bei Qiao repeatedly. If Bei Qiao had not firmly refused, they would even want to make the ignorant little boy their godparent.

The little boy, whose parents pressed his shoulders and nearly kowtowed in the street, twisted his neck uncomfortably: "What are you doing, Mom? Why do I have to kowtow? Isn't it New Year's Day yet?"

The little boy's mother glanced at him and said, "It has nothing to do with the New Year. Don't ask nonsense questions. Just thank our savior."

"Oh, thank you for your savior." The little boy said aggrievedly, repeating his mother's words in a serious manner. His intuition told him that he would be beaten if he didn't obey.

"Pfft..." Bei Qiao didn't laugh, but other passers-by laughed: What does it mean to thank our savior? This kid really doesn't use his brain at all and just copied his mother's exact words.

They say a drop of kindness is repaid with a spring, but what about the life-saving grace? The little boy's parents were inexperienced and not very wealthy. Rubbing their empty pockets, they instinctively looked down at their child: "Why don't we just give Maomao to someone else and get him beaten up... Ugh! What are you thinking?"

Feeling that thanking with nothing in hand was not very sincere, the little boy's parents searched left and right, and finally found the most precious mushrooms in the bag, and handed them to Bei Qiao with reluctance.

Bei Qiao: "..."

After giving the gift, feeling they had repaid a small debt of gratitude, the little boy's parents breathed a sigh of relief. Then, they felt a little puzzled: "Why hasn't the constable arrived yet?" Yuanshan Village wasn't very big, and the constable was skilled in Qinggong. He should have arrived quickly after hearing the news! It had been so long, and why hadn't anyone shown up?

Bei Qiao: It’s not that I didn’t come, I’ve always been here. It’s just that it’s not convenient for me to step forward and snatch other players’ tasks.

The other tourists didn't think they saw real bandits at all. They didn't even think about the fact that the constables didn't come. They were just focused on watching the fun.

The fights between ordinary bandits are naturally not as spectacular as those of stage actors, and their appearance is far inferior. Tourists find it boring after just a short while, and even a bit irritating to the eyes. However, a few tourists, truly free and bored, find the scene entertaining. Regardless, the scene of the bun shop owner fighting the bandits isn't something you see everywhere, and the fierce and aggressive owner is still quite pleasing to the eye.

Tourists who had unknowingly bought food and were squatting on the sidelines watching the spectacle said: "I'm getting a little hungry after watching this show..." So this is all just a show, right? What bandit would be so stupid that he couldn't even defeat an ordinary villager?

"Ordinary" villagers: ...Ah, yes, yes, yes! You are all right!

"Who is beating people?" Captain Chen, who had just finished dealing with old clothes, came late with his men: It should be okay to delay it until now, right?

"Sir, it's them!" A few playful tourists, seeing the constable finally arrive, immediately devoured the snacks in their hands, then stood up, forcing a frightened expression as they pointed at the bandits and hid behind the constable. "It seems like no one's picking up the act for the constable, so why not just cooperate?" Folks, look at our acting skills—they're pretty much the same as the actors on stage, aren't they?

Captain Chen, who has been monitoring the development of the situation outside, said: "...What's wrong with this group of people?" Their expressions and movements are so exaggerated, what are they doing? Are they provoking the bandits? They are so bold.

"Boss, when you just left, they were applauding Qiao Qiao." The constable following Captain Chen lowered his voice and said, "I guess they think these bandits are actors. What should we do?"

"we……"

"Heh, officers!" The bandit, whose arm was twisted by the police, spat on the ground unconvinced: "Don't think I'm afraid... Damn it!" Before he could finish his harsh words, he was kicked down by someone holding his neck, and his face was pressed to the ground like a rag and rubbed repeatedly.

"You're not hygienic! Clean it up for me!" Nanyi, who had rushed out to beat someone up in a fit of rage, was about to explode with rage: "Don't you know it's my turn to clean the streets today? Bastard! Clean it up for me!"

"Wow, this is the first time I see him so brave." Tang Suyu, who was collecting money, couldn't help but sigh: He is the most timid person in the whole village, and I didn't expect that he would get angry sometimes.

"Hey, who says it isn't?" The last time someone was so frightened by their own curtains that they ran out of the house was still vivid in their minds. Although not many people knew about it, almost everyone in the village knew that Nan Yi was not very courageous. If it weren't for today's incident, no one would have known that Nan Yi would be angry.

Nanyi: What does it mean that everyone gets angry, right?

Qi Zhi: Your courage...

Nanyi: Please don’t say that!

A dozen bandits might seem like a lot, but with the traitor eliminated, facing players who outnumbered them, they were no match for them. If they hadn't split into two groups at the beginning, they could have used their numbers to cause some trouble for the players, but now...

Arriving at the village chief's house and finding himself empty-handed, the bandit leader, about to change his route to the horse ranch, was apprehended on the spot. "How many backup plans have you guys arranged? With so many people taking on a few dozen of us bandits, isn't that a bit exaggerated? It really wasn't my imagination just now. You guys don't follow martial ethics. If you're brave enough, let's fight one-on-one!"

Players who are still not satisfied: We didn't know that this is all you can do! The little trouble you made is not as much as the trouble the oil-paper umbrella caused us! We are challenging one-on-one, a group of us challenging you alone, how can this not be called a one-on-one?

The arrival of the constable ended the farce. The tourists, who were quite involved, were not frightened. Instead, they found what had just happened very exciting and interesting: "Is this some kind of festival activity? Can we have it again?"

"You've caught up with this one-time event this year. I doubt we'll be able to do it again. It's both time-consuming and labor-intensive..." Xishi, receiving a signal from Captain Chen, waved her hand, "One time already exhausted me. I don't want more!"

"Are you really not coming again?" The tourists looked at Bei Qiao with regret: Warrior, let's have another

Bei Qiao turned away silently, pretending not to understand the tourists' hints. The little boy's parents hesitated for a moment, but ultimately said nothing.

Constable Chen, after nagging the tourists, piled the bandits onto a tricycle and pulled it towards the inn with a donkey. On the way, a constable couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't expect bandits to be so clueless. They have no sense of accomplishment at all." Of all the bandits, only the leader had a reasonable IQ, causing them some trouble. The others... well, the pigs in the pigpen are probably smarter than them! Catching them is harder than catching the pigs!

"How fresh, too smart, their boss probably wouldn't dare to take him." Is the bandit boss looking for his men to develop their moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic and labor skills? Of course not, they just need obedient vicious dogs. That bandit leader is not a pushover, he certainly won't teach his men to read and write, as long as his men are obedient, hey...

The group chatted as they walked past the escort agency. Bei Qiao, who had returned long ago, sat inside. After the sound of the car faded, he picked up the plaque and hung it outside again. He sent Yu Qian another message before logging off to eat. He'd been so busy running around that he hadn't noticed how quickly time had passed.

"What have you been busy with? How could you forget to eat? Do you need me to help you?" Qiao Lin, who was sitting on the sofa flipping through a promotional brochure, turned around and said, "The rice is in the pot, serve yourself."

"No need, we're done with the group activities." Bei Qiao sat down and took a sip of water.

"Okay, we'll go out this afternoon. Is it okay for you to be home alone?"

"It doesn't matter." The adult mama's girl said that she could take care of the house independently at the age of four.

"Okay, we might be back late tonight. If you're hungry, you can cook for yourself or go downstairs to buy some."

After lunch, Bei Qiao left the escort agency and prepared to go to the village entrance to see if the matter was over.

According to the experienced Li Qingqing, the Novice Village Defense Battle is triggered irregularly. Sometimes things seem to be resolved, but the system does not show that the defense battle mission is over. That means that a new boss is about to arrive at the Novice Village.

When Bei Qiao reached the village entrance, the village chief had just finished a round of interrogation. The bandits were tied to trees at the entrance. Among them, the bandit leader, dressed in gray, was tied alone to a dead tree. His expressionless face was particularly intimidating.

Gray clothes… A supernatural story he'd read as a child suddenly surfaced in Bei Qiao's mind: a group of men in gray suits arrived in a poor village, driving luxury cars. They wanted to trade clothes with the villagers, even offering money. Later, the villagers who exchanged clothes with them died in agony.