The skinny monkey raised his cleaver, about to swat it down on the little boy's head.

The boy, his face pale with fright, continued to sob and cry, completely unaware of the impending danger.

Qian Dahai screamed, "Don't kill them! I'll give you money... lots and lots of money!"

"Wow? You're really rich? Then hurry up and take it out, haha..."

The skinny monkey's raised hand froze in mid-air; the gleaming blade was only a foot away from the boy's head.

He screamed hysterically, "Where's the money? Do you want to die? Throw it all on the ground!"

With trembling hands, Qian Dahai pulled out all the US dollars from his pocket and obediently threw them on the ground.

A thick stack of brightly colored US dollars, estimated to be at least ten thousand US dollars.

The skinny monkey's eyes lit up: "Is there more?"

Qian Dahai, trembling, took off his watch and carefully placed it next to the US dollar bills.

"And you!" Skinny Monkey pointed the tip of his knife at the ring on the woman's right hand and shouted coldly.

Qian Dahai panicked. He grabbed his wife's right hand and forcefully pulled off the ring on her ring finger.

The woman's fingers were cut, leaving two bloody scratches, and she cried even more miserably...

"bite!"

The ring fell to the ground with a crisp sound due to excessive force.

"Young man, young brother, I'm sorry... I've given you all my money and jewelry, please let my family go!"

Qian Dahai knelt down with a thud, pleading pitifully.

The skinny monkey squatted down, picked up the banknotes, watch, and ring, weighed them in his hand, and nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, you guys know what's good for you."

He stuffed the items into his pocket, then picked up the machete again: "Oh... I almost forgot, there are still two things I haven't taken."

Qian Dahai asked suspiciously, "What...what is that?"

The skinny monkey chuckled sinisterly, "Your child's life, and your wife's body..."

Having said that, he raised his knife to strike.

Qian Dahai and his wife were terrified.

Why does this boy, who is only a teenager, look more like a demon in human clothing?

A feeling of despair welled up in the couple's hearts and spread throughout their entire bodies.

With courage that seemed to come from nowhere, Qian Dahai, who was kneeling on the floor, suddenly leaped up and rammed into the skinny monkey's short body like a madman.

"You son of a bitch, I'll fight you to the death!!!"

Caught off guard, the skinny monkey was knocked backward by Qian Dahai's nearly 200-pound obese body.

"Thump! Thump!"

He was thrown hard onto the attic floor.

The skinny monkey grimaced in pain, and the cleaver in his right hand clattered and flew far away.

Damn it, I was careless!

He shook his somewhat dizzy head, trying to get up and continue his rampage.

A machete was pressed against his neck.

"Don't move... or I'll kill you!"

Qian Dahai, panting heavily, gripped the machete and glared fiercely at him.

The sheep that was just about to be slaughtered has now transformed into a wolf.

Moreover, it was a vicious wolf that had lost its mind.

"Why? Why did you kill people?"

"Take the money... Why won't you let my family go? Huh? Huh?!! Waaaaah..."

“Let me tell you…we Chinese are not sheep, not sheep for you to slaughter!”

The skinny monkey stood motionless with the blade pressed against him.

He looked coldly at the fat man in front of him who was crying and cursing, thinking to himself: I'll take the knife from you later and see how I torture you!

......

The commotion in the attic was so loud that it alerted several thugs downstairs.

"Skinny Monkey, do you need help?" the eldest brother, Vasio, asked worriedly.

"No need, brother, I can handle it," Skinny Monkey replied loudly.

At this point, we absolutely cannot lose face.

"It's good that you're alright. Be quick, we still have to go to the next place."

"Okay, big brother!"

As the skinny monkey spoke, he slowly pushed himself up from the ground, his vicious eyes fixed on the fat man.

"I advise you to put down the knife, or you'll suffer a terrible death..."

Qian Dahai was enraged and roared, "Do you think I'll be spared if I put down my knife? Can you spare me and my family?"

"No, but at least... you won't die so painfully," the skinny monkey said sinisterly, showing no fear in the face of the blade.

He knew these timid and cowardly Chinese people wouldn't dare to strike even if they had a knife.

"Hahaha...who do you think you are? God?!"

Qian Dahai laughed maniacally, his hand gripping the knife trembling uncontrollably.

"Don't think I wouldn't dare kill you?"

"Even a rabbit will bite when cornered!"

The skinny monkey dusted off his hands and grinned disdainfully, "Then why don't you bite? What? You're scared?"

"You... don't force me!" Qian Dahai's fat face contorted, and his hands trembled even more violently.

"Bang!"

Just then, a loud bang came from the main gate facing the street.

It sounded like someone was banging on the door.

"Adi, what's the situation outside? Go check it out."

Vashua gave the order, then looked up and shouted:

"Skinny Monkey, stop dawdling and hurry up and finish... Damn it, you can't even handle a few old, weak, sick, and disabled people!"

"Okay, big brother, I'll be right down..."

After saying that, the skinny monkey took advantage of Qian Dahai's inattention, tilted his head, and dodged the blade next to his neck.

He crouched low and lunged forward, his head slamming into the fat man's large, round belly.

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