"Tsk tsk, what shabby clothes you're wearing, you look like a country bumpkin from the countryside. Oh, and you're carrying big bags and small packages, let me see what you bought." The man with the rooster-like haircut said, reaching out to snatch the package.
Lin Xiazhu dodged to the side, and the man with the rooster-like haircut missed his target, falling flat on his face due to his excessive force.
"Ouch." The rooster-haired man's face rubbed intimately against the floor, almost flattening his nose and causing blood to flow everywhere.
When he looked up, all he could see was a pair of black and white Warrior sneakers. As the man with the mohawk wailed, his expression turned ferocious, and he reached out to grab the owner of the Warrior sneakers.
Xiao An frowned slightly, and before the rooster-headed man could react, she struck him on his paralysis and speech acupoints. The rooster-headed man stared wide-eyed in disbelief, but could no longer move an inch.
"Big brother, how are you?" The henchmen behind him exclaimed in surprise, "What did that brat do?"
It was too dark for them to see what had happened. They all assumed that the kid had stabbed their older brother, and that the attack was so vicious that their older brother died without even a groan.
For a moment, the group was somewhat bewildered. The first to react was the one who had held Lin Chacha down. This person seemed to be the second brother. Since the eldest brother was dying, all the younger brothers listened to him.
"What the hell are you all standing there for? Beat these guys to death, especially that bastard, make him pay for his brother's life."
"This is going to be a fight to the death!" Lin Xiazhu's expression hardened, and she shouted, "Zhao Xiaolian, keep an eye on Taozi and Xiaoxue. Xiao An, be careful yourself. Chacha, are you dead? You've been saving up so much energy to lay an egg. And you still can't break free?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man who was holding Lin Chacha felt a huge force slam into his thigh. The pain made him stagger and almost fall to the ground. Before he could react, Lin Chacha struck him in the chest with her elbow.
"Ah..." The man finally screamed in exhaustion and released Lin Chacha.
Seeing this, several people nearby wanted to rush over to help, but were stopped by Lin Xiazhu. She knocked one of them unconscious with a punch each, and after knocking out three people in a row, the remaining person dared not make any further moves.
He was a cunning and agile thug. He quickly retreated a dozen steps to maintain a safe distance and shouted to the rooster-haired man and his gang, "Big brother, you guys hold on, I'll go get the rest of the brothers."
Judging from their tone, they have quite a few brothers. If they really let him bring people over, no matter how strong Lin Xiazhu and Lin Chacha are, two rings can't fight four hands. They won't be able to protect Yan Xin, Taozi, Xiaoxue and the others. Even Xiao An might not be able to escape unscathed.
With a "whoosh," Lin Xiazhu transformed into a blur and rushed over, instantly grabbing the person who was about to deliver the message and quickly dislocating his jaw, rendering him speechless.
Lin Xiazhu quickly grabbed the people and returned, threw the six of them together, and tied them together with a rope.
Xiao An released the pressure point on the rooster's comb head to make him mute, so that Lin Xiazhu could interrogate him.
"Tell me, who sent you? Are you here to rob us, kidnap us, or do you have other plans?" Lin Xiazhu had a feeling that these people didn't just suddenly start a robbery; they must have been watching them for a while.
The man with the rooster-like hair twisted his face and glared fiercely at Lin Xiazhu without saying a word. He was furious and resentful. This area was his territory, and he had been doing well for several years. He never expected to suffer a Waterloo in front of this group of young, weak, sick and disabled people.
Actually, it was the rooster-headed man's underling who discovered that Lin Xiazhu and her group had brought a lot of mountain produce, but they couldn't sell it all at once. The rooster-headed man noticed that the youngest of them was less than three years old, the oldest was a frail woman, and the only boy was less than ten years old, thin and pale with a sickly complexion.
Aren't they just a bunch of weak, sick, and disabled kids? Okay, they're not really disabled, but the guy with the rooster-like hair thinks he can crush them with a single finger. If he wants their mountain produce, it's just a matter of a word.
According to their plan, they first took one of the children hostage and then threatened them to hand over the mountain goods. They thought things would be that simple.
However, before they could even reveal their intentions, they were taken down by two young girls with blond hair. They were tied up before they could even begin to do anything, and now they were being interrogated.
That's really embarrassing.
"What are you doing, rolling your eyes like that? Tell me the truth or I'll beat your rooster-head to death." Lin Xiazhu was impatient. It was dark and windy, and they were in a remote area without streetlights. They couldn't stay here any longer and had to finish this quickly.
Night markets are always a mixed bag, and there's no guarantee that a second or third wave of hooligans won't show up.
"Cha Cha, move that big rock over here for me," Lin Xiazhu said calmly.
Lin Chacha obediently ran to a banyan tree, picked up the largest stone and placed it in front of Lin Xiazhu. The stone weighed at least a hundred pounds, but Lin Chacha picked it up easily.
The men with the rooster-like hair were dumbfounded, suspecting that Lin Chacha was stronger than any of them. No wonder she could still attack even when pinned down. What a blunder; they should have knocked her unconscious first.
The stone was solid and as hard as iron, but Lin Xiazhu clenched her fist and punched it five or six times in a row, and the hard stone crumbled.
Wow! Unlike the stunned silence of the group with the rooster-like hairpins, Lin Chacha was excited. She ran with her short legs to the banyan tree where two heavy stones weighing several tens of kilograms were placed.
Lin Chacha took a breath, her face flushed with anger, and she swung her fist, pounding the stone more than a dozen times in a row. Fortunately, she managed to crack the stone and break it into several small pieces. Although the effect was not as shocking as her older sister's punch, she was still quite satisfied.
Ouch, you don't know until you try it. My hand really hurts! How did this lady manage to stay so calm and collected, like she's trained in Iron Fist?
If it weren't for the darkness, everyone would have noticed that Lin Chacha's little hand, which was hammering the stone, was trembling slightly; it must have hurt terribly.
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