Chapter Seventy-Six: Ruthless

The midday sun made people squint lazily.

Granny Liang sat in a rocking chair, basking in the sun with a leisurely air, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her narrowed, triangular eyes from time to time.

"Little Gouwa, once you sell this batch of goods, you can take the money home and get married. I'll have your mother find you a big-hipped woman who can bear children."

The young man grinned foolishly, and his mouth almost watered when he heard the words "getting married."

"Hehe...getting a wife...having babies..."

The short man chuckled, his eyes filled with a mocking and sarcastic look, carrying a deeper meaning that a fool could not understand.

"He's a fool who needs to be fed, how could he possibly know how to sleep with a woman and have a baby?"

Granny Liang narrowed her eyes, glanced at the fool playing with the wooden horse, and spoke slowly with an unconscious malice in her voice.

"Isn't being an idiot a good thing? Without him, we wouldn't have been able to get so many top-quality goods."

In this world, everyone is sincere and seeks mutual help. Even strangers in trouble will have kind-hearted people lend a helping hand, let alone a fool, especially a fool with a decent appearance. He uses his face and pitiful tone to deceive kind-hearted young girls, and he succeeds every time without fail.

"Are you proud?"

Granny Liang nodded, then realized that she had never heard this voice before. Her long-cultivated vigilance made her instantly sit up from the rocking chair and look in the direction of the sound.

She then noticed that, without her noticing, a beautiful young woman was sitting leisurely on the roof behind her, swinging her legs casually, her gaze full of mockery as she looked at them.

Judging from her cold demeanor, you could tell at a glance that she was a tough nut to crack.

Who are you? What do you want?

Gu Zuozuo braced himself against the roof tile with his left hand and nimbly jumped down.

"The families of the trafficked children came to take our children home."

Liang Po's heart skipped a beat, and a feeling of impending doom suddenly overwhelmed her, catching her completely off guard.

"Hmph, a useless bitch who can't even lift a finger, yet she has such a big mouth. She's so pretty, and she dares to come here alone and act arrogantly. We shouldn't refuse something that's been delivered to our door."

Clang!

The short man was slapped away by a hand that fell from the sky, and the old woman who tried to escape was grabbed by the neck by a slender, snow-white hand, lifted up and pinned against the door.

Where are you going?

His tone was gentle, like a soft breeze and gentle rain.

However, the old woman trembled with fear. She swore on the salt she had eaten for over sixty years that this girl definitely had someone dead on her hands!

"Comrade, let's keep to ourselves. If we've mistakenly arrested your child, just take him home. We won't stop you. But don't go too far. If anything happens to us, the people behind us won't let you and your family off the hook!"

Gu Zuozuo listened very attentively, nodding as Liang Pozi spoke, seemingly agreeing with her words, which greatly boosted Liang Pozi's confidence.

"Lady, how about this? I'll give you two hundred yuan as compensation for wrongly arresting your child. Don't worry, I'll definitely avoid your child from now on and I'll never touch him again!"

Gu Zuozuo smiled, her thick, long eyelashes fluttering and casting a halo of light. At that moment, her smile sent chills down one's spine.

"I'm sorry, but I'm a bit greedy. Two hundred yuan is too little for me."

The old woman's eyes widened in disbelief as she gripped the immobile hand on her neck. Before she could even conceal the malice in her eyes, her limbs were severed, and her old face twisted into a grotesque grimace from the pain.

The short man, with vicious eyes, got up from the ground and pulled out a knife from somewhere, slashing at Gu Zuozuo.

"You filthy bitch! You slut! I'll kill you!"

"What a fine knife!"

The short man stared in astonishment at the girl who held the knife tip between two fingers, his legs trembling with fear. He vaguely felt that the slap he had just received hurt even more now.

"Even a good knife is worthless if it's in the hands of a scoundrel!"

The long, slender leg swept across, kicking the short man in the waist and sending him flying.

"Trash should stay in the trash can. Why does it have to come out and disgust people?"