Ye Tianyong…………

Why can't his older brother explain it to him?

Ye Tianyong continued to patiently explain, "Brother, we can't go through from the front. First, we don't know exactly how many people they have. If it's just two or three, it's fine; the two of us brothers can each handle one and a half. But what if they have hundreds of people? We'll be trapped like turtles in a jar."

"Secondly, in this chaotic world, there are many variables and uncertainties. We don't know the strength of the other side. What if they have knives or guns? We are carrying a lot of goods and are a burden. We don't even have enough lives to fight them."

Upon hearing this, Ye Tiancheng immediately tore down the bed sheets and curtains, twisted them into a rope, and Ye Tianyong also took out a few pieces of clothing and began to help string them together to secure them.

After that, Ye Tianyong settled Ye Tiancheng down: "Brother, I'll go down first. You take the clothes, watches and other goods downstairs for me, I'll catch them, and then you can take them back up and put them back in their original state."

Ye Tiancheng replied, "Okay."

Ye Tianyong lightly jumped onto the window. He glanced back at his older brother and immediately jumped down first. Fortunately, he landed safely without any serious injury.

From where he stood, Ye Tiancheng saw his third brother, Ye Tianyong, jump down and roll around. Thinking he was injured, he was about to ask if he was alright when…

The third brother, Ye Tianyong, suddenly stood up energetically and waved his hand, signaling him to quickly lower the object.

This sudden shock startled him.

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After a series of operations, the clothes, watch, and dry rations were finally successfully sent down. Once everything had landed, Ye Tiancheng quickly pulled up the curtains, clothes, and sheets that were tangled up like a pretzel and tidied them up, hanging up what needed to be hung up, laying out what needed to be laid out, and taking away what needed to be taken away.

After everything was packed up, Ye Tiancheng took the clothes in his hand, wrapped them around his waist, gritted his teeth, and jumped onto the windowsill. He saw his third brother downstairs tidying up the items that had been lowered down. Standing on the windowsill, he looked down with a little fear.

Finally, remembering how his third brother Ye Tianyong jumped off the windowsill and landed steadily—oops, I misspoke, he rolled around and was still able to stand up energetically, not looking injured—he was no longer intimidated. He could do it again. Ye Tiancheng felt that no matter how bad he was, he couldn't be much worse than his third brother Ye Tianyong!

They practiced together every morning, regardless of the weather, whether it was windy or rainy. They never missed a day of martial arts practice, and their dedication to it was truly remarkable.

Having figured it out, he stopped worrying and jumped cleanly and decisively.

This ending was both logical and unexpected.

Ye Tiancheng rolled twice, almost falling flat on his face, before finally regaining his balance.

well……

He was a little less capable than his third brother, and he felt ashamed.

When I get back, I must make the most of every spare minute to practice more. Even if I can't be better than my third brother Ye Tianyong, I should at least be on the same level as him.

Ye Tianyong carried the things and walked about ten steps. Seeing that his older brother Ye Tiancheng had not followed, he helplessly turned back and asked Ye Tiancheng in a low voice, "Brother, what are you doing? Why don't you hurry up and come? We're waiting to eat roast chicken."

Ye Tiancheng immediately snapped out of his reverie, stopped thinking about other things, picked up the goods his third brother had left for him, and said in a voice that the two of them could hear, "This... is coming... is coming..."

Over here, Red Hair turned around and found the bald leader and Yellow Hair to report to them: