Chapter 173 Asthma Medication

"Boom—!"

A blinding bolt of lightning cleaved the night sky, and the man holding the iron rod froze instantly, his body emitting wisps of smoke.

He fell straight down like a dead tree, the iron rod slamming into his face with a loud thud.

He Zhuo: "Tsk tsk, dozens of men bullying one woman..."

Gu Qi glanced at him: "Use your brain. This bunch of scum doesn't even deserve to be called human."

He Zhuo: "Yes, yes, it was my fault. How could I treat these trashy things as human beings?"

Lu Xici: "Trash? You're giving them such high praise?"

"Oh dear, my bad, my bad~" He Zhuo suddenly slapped his forehead dramatically: "How could you describe them as garbage? Garbage can at least be recycled..."

Jin Ye: "You bunch of arrogant brats, you're asking for it!"

"Kill them!" Master Jin waved his hand, but the expected shouts of killing did not come—the sound of chaotic footsteps came from behind, as his men retreated in unison.

Jin Boss kicked the nearest henchman to the ground: "Are you all fucking deaf?!"

"Master Jin..." the blond-haired man stammered, "They're the group that killed the mutated octopus..."

Jin spit all over the blond guy's face: "There were over a dozen of them back then! Now there are only five!"

He grabbed the blond man by the collar: "We're thirty against five, even if one of us spits, we could—"

"Boom—!"

The blinding lightning struck straight at Jin Ye's crown.

The old fox reacted extremely quickly, grabbing the blond guy next to him and using him as a shield.

Amidst screams, the blond-haired man instantly turned into a charred black figure, collapsing to the ground while emitting blue smoke.

The residual force of the lightning exploded on the ground, and flying debris grazed Jin Ye's cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

The crowd immediately took three steps back.

"Brother Jin, that lightning-elemental man is too powerful!"

Jin Ye's sinister gaze suddenly shifted to Liu Ping in the shadows: "Liu Ping, go! The medicine... don't forget your daughter still needs it..."

Chi Yanzhou: "Stop watching the show, let's get started!"

Chi Yi's vines wrapped around the ankles of several people nearby and pulled them towards him.

The dagger in his hand was already poised to strike.

Gu Qi drenched Jin Ye and his group with water.

Chi Yanzhou's lightning was conducted along the water flow, and more than a dozen figures convulsed wildly in the blue light, with the stench of burning flesh filling the air.

Lu Xici deliberately controlled the direction and approached Liu Ping.

With a flick of her wrist, Liu Ping brought the golden dagger straight to Lu Xici's Adam's apple.

Lu Xici: "Sweetie, we've sent someone to pick you up."

The dagger suddenly veered off course and sank into the concrete wall with a "clang," the hilt trembling violently.

He Zhuo's shouts, mixed with the crackling sound, came through: "Brother Ci, Sweetie's Mom, hurry up, let's go!"

Liu Ping suddenly turned around—

Jin was lying on the ground, his face covered in blood, with only bloody holes remaining in his upper teeth.

His body was charred black and emitting blue smoke, bound tightly with vines like a dead dog.

He Zhuo strode forward, pulling on the vines, while Jin Ye slammed his head against the stairs with each thud, accompanied by a muffled scream.

Gu Qi frowned as he looked at Jin Ye's mangled body, which had been smashed against the steps, and said, "I'll carry him. If you keep dragging him like this, he'll die before we even get to the top of the stairs."

He Zhu grinned: "I'll carry it! I'll carry it!"

Suddenly, his five fingers tightened and gripped Jin Ye's throat, lifting him up in mid-air like a sack of potatoes.

Jin was strangled so badly that his eyes rolled back, and his legs kicked futilely in the air.

"What's the difference between this and letting him hang himself?" Gu Qi looked at Jin Ye's face, which had turned a deep shade of liver.

He Zhuo deliberately loosened his fingers: "Don't worry, I'm counting—three seconds to release the air, two seconds to re-oxygenate, guaranteeing it's fresh and hot!"

Just as they reached the eighth floor, a small figure rushed into Liu Ping's arms like a cannonball.

Sweetie's trembling fingers gently touched the bruises on her mother's face: "Mommy, does it hurt? Sweetie will blow on it for you..."

Liu Ping stood frozen in place, her daughter's clean face and brand-new clothes standing out starkly under the light.

She mechanically examined Sweetie's entire body: "They...didn't hurt you?"

"My older sisters and brothers are good people. They gave me food and let me take a bath." Sweetie tugged at her clothes and twirled around. "They even gave me new clothes!"

The forearm exposed from the cuff was fair and intact, without a single scar.

Liu Ping suddenly scooped her daughter up in her arms and bowed deeply to the crowd: "Thank you. I'm sorry to have bothered you..."

Her chapped lips were bleeding, and her voice was hoarse beyond recognition.

Jinye, who was wrapped up like a rice dumpling by vines, suddenly started to wriggle: "Medicine..." he mumbled between his broken teeth.

Liu Ping froze: "Can I take him away with me?..."

He Zhuo: "No way!"

Liu Ping slowly squatted down and settled Tian Tian in the corner: "Count to one hundred."

Her voice was as soft as if she were telling a bedtime story, but her fingertips brushed against her daughter's eyes.

As he stood up, two golden knives slid out of his hands.

The blade flashed two afterimages under the lamplight, aimed straight for He Zhuo's throat—"Excuse me."

He Zhuo stepped aside: "How can you be so ungrateful? We saved you and your daughter, and you still want to attack us?"

"Mommy, no!" Tian Tian suddenly rushed forward and hugged Liu Ping's hand holding the knife: "Mommy, my brother and sister are good people."

Sweetie's tears fell in large drops onto Liu Ping's arm: "Mommy, Sweetie doesn't want the medicine anymore... It's all Sweetie's fault, Sweetie always makes Mommy hurt..."

Liu Ping retracted her golden knife with a "clang," the wind from the blade ruffling her sweet bangs.

"Don't cry... Mommy won't hit you anymore." She wiped the tear stains from her daughter's face with her rough thumb.

The moment Liu Ping picked up Tian Tian, ​​she instinctively took two steps back, as if these kind strangers terrified her more than Master Jin.

What medicine does Sweetie need?

Lu Nange's voice made Liu Ping stop abruptly.

Her back was to the crowd, her shoulders tense: "Girl..." her voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping, "Thank you for not hurting Tian Tian. The rest—"

"Perhaps we do?"

Liu Ping slowly turned around, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Lu Nange.

Sweetie in my arms suddenly coughed, her little face turning bright red instantly.

"Asthma medication!" she practically shouted.