"Get out of the way!" the man coldly repeated the two words he had just spoken.
I sized up the young man in the blue robe who was wearing a bamboo hat that partially covered his face. Although he was tall and upright, and his tone gave off an aura of authority without anger, his voice was weak and lacked strength. Moreover, the herbal fragrance emanating from him and the faint, rough breathing made me realize that he must be a tuberculosis patient who had been relying on drugs to replenish his vital energy for many years.
If nothing unexpected happens, it will be...
"Cough cough... cough cough... cough cough..."
As expected, the young man in the blue robe bowed and began to cough violently, covering his mouth and face with his long sleeves.
The awe-inspiring aura that had just been so intense was completely wiped out by those sickly coughs and wheezes.
In my opinion, he was a sickly man who was not suited for fighting. If he really angered these burly men, he would only face certain death on his own.
But the fact that he could still remain calm and composed in the face of danger and this group of villains suggests either that he was tired of living, or that the Heavenly King sent this guy just to give me hope, only to throw cold water on me and leave me in despair.
Seeing that the young man in blue was just a sickly bluff, the group of scoundrels arrogantly moved in front of him. The young man in blue was casually shoved by the burly man in brocade, and he staggered back a few steps before falling to the ground with a thud. His straw hat was knocked askew, obscuring his face, making him look quite pathetic.
He's really useless; I turned my head away because I couldn't bear to look at him.
But the man remained unfazed, straightened his clothes and the straw hat on his head, and sat down on the ground in a domineering posture, calmly surveying the group of people: "I'll give you a chance to kneel down, beg for mercy, and help me up."
Good heavens, even after being bullied to the ground, he still puts on an air of supreme authority, like an emperor or general.
Everyone looked at each other, wondering if the man had lost his mind and gotten his roles mixed up. Shouldn't this be the line they were supposed to say to him?
The man in brocade robes straddled his thigh, pointed to his crotch, and arrogantly said, "It should be your grandpa who gives you a chance to kneel down and beg for mercy. Today, I'll let you leave this place!"
"Hahahaha!" The crowd around also joined in with mocking and arrogant laughter.
Just then, a dark shadow suddenly appeared overhead. She swept her sleeves, and a series of hidden weapons flew out and fell systematically into the mouths of the group of people who were laughing wildly. The group of scoundrels instantly changed from laughing wildly to falling to the ground and howling in agony. Upon closer inspection, the hidden weapons that fell to the ground were nothing more than ordinary pebbles.
"Young master, are you alright? It's my fault for being late." The one who came flying through the air was a bodyguard dressed in a convenient and neat uniform. His face was covered by an intricately patterned blue half-mask, revealing only cherry lips on his snow-white jaw. Judging from his bone structure, he should be a beauty.
Her eyes gleamed with a sharp light, radiating a dashing and heroic aura that truly caught my eye.
Upon landing, she anxiously knelt down in front of the young man in the blue robe, intending to help him up. The young man, sitting on the ground, coughed incessantly and stubbornly waved his hand, avoiding her help, saying, "It's alright, I'm not so sick that I need help." The woman's pupils shrank as she looked at the young man in the blue robe, her eyes filled with heartache.
No wonder he was so arrogant; it turns out this sickly young master had a beautiful little bodyguard by his side.
The man in brocade robes at his feet seemed to be quite resentful of being bullied today. He lay on the ground, groaning and cursing, "Where did this brat come from? Don't you want to live? Your grandfather..."
Before he could finish speaking, the woman, filled with rage, stomped her leg and stepped on the groaning man in brocade robes, causing him to vomit repeatedly.
"You cowards, how dare you act so arrogantly here! You're tired of living!" The woman said, and before she finished speaking, she gave the fat man a good beating on the head, seemingly venting all her displeasure on him.
Well done! That was brilliant! The rage that had been burning inside me has finally been quelled. This woman has won my heart.
The man in brocade robes, who had been beaten beyond recognition, let out another scream as the woman pressed down harder on his feet. In the end, he could only beg for mercy: "Grandma, have mercy! I was blind and didn't know you were in a position of power. Please spare me!"
"Who's the grandfather and who's the grandson?" the woman demanded sharply.
“You and this young master are grandfathers, and the little one is the grandson.”
The woman kicked out with her foot: "Then hurry up and kowtow to your grandfather to admit your sins."
"Yes, yes, yes..."
The man in brocade robes scrambled and crawled, crouching low, to his knees before the young man in blue robes who was sitting on the ground, begging for mercy. The young man in blue robes, however, stood up with a look of disgust, brushing the dust off his clothes, his tone icy: "I gave you a chance! But you didn't cherish it. Qingyan, make sure they reflect on their actions..."
"Yes!" the woman replied.
I tilted my head to look at the man, trying to see his face clearly, but unexpectedly, the man sensed my gaze, straightened his back, raised his hand to adjust the brim of his straw hat, turned around, flicked his sleeves, and walked away...
The woman standing there raised the corners of her lips at the group of scumbags and cracked her knuckles. The man lying on the ground stared in terror at the woman of unknown origin in front of him, his body instinctively trying to get up and run away.
After the final flurry of punches and kicks, the thuds of them hitting the ground were followed by cries of pain echoing throughout the alleyway.
"Get out of here now!"
Finally, the group of people, their eyes filled with resentment, watched as Wen Heng and I covered our faces and backsides, scrambling and disappearing into the crowd.
After clapping her hands triumphantly, the woman glanced down at Wen Heng and me lying on the ground, and tossed out a sentence to me before I could speak: "You're welcome."
Actually, I don't intend to say thank you, because at this moment, my occupational habit formed from begging in recent days has kicked in.
As she walked up to me, I suddenly had a brain fart and stepped forward to hug the woman's leg. After gathering my emotions, I began to sob and cry: "Great heroine, please have pity on us! We haven't eaten for three days, and today we were drugged and tricked into coming here, almost losing our lives. My husband is also on the verge of death, and we don't even have the money to find a doctor."
Because I noticed that the young master and the woman were dressed in fine cotton clothes, the only people who could afford such clothes were probably royalty, a young master from a wealthy family, and a young guard.
Wen Heng doesn't know if he's injured his sturdy parts or if he needs to see a doctor. Looking at this woman, I see a kind heart beneath her cold exterior. If I'm shameless enough, she'll surely be willing to open her wallet; even if it's not a silver leaf, it'll be a copper coin.
"That bad?"
"Mmm!" I nodded repeatedly.
But after searching her entire body, she couldn't find a single coin.
"I'm sorry, I didn't bring any money with me today."
Upon realizing there was no hope of getting money, I instantly stopped crying. I couldn't keep up the act anymore. I knew I wasn't shameless enough. Maybe some people are just born to do this. I cursed that bastard Ye Chen to beg for the rest of his life and starve to death on the streets.
However, the woman squatted down and took my pulse, then looked astonished: "Did you take some bone-breaking and tendon-softening powder? Anyone who comes into contact with it will have their limbs broken and be unconscious for three days and three nights. Do you have some secret formula that didn't worsen your condition after taking it?"
That's a good question: "You want to know? I have my own secret formula that can cure all poisons and diseases."
"What secret recipe?" the woman asked earnestly.
"Do you want to learn? It will cost money."
Hearing my words, she gave a disappointed "Oh," clearly not believing my nonsense.
Since there is no secret formula in the world that can cure all poisons, if I had such a formula, would I still be begging here?
She was clearly not so easily fooled, but I still couldn't resist proving her wrong: "I saw that young master, and he suffers from chronic tuberculosis. I'm afraid he doesn't have long to live. Don't you want to cure him, young lady?"
I was startled. What was I doing? Did I want her to believe that I really had a secret medicine, that I had fallen so low as to sell my own blood to support myself? But it was the only reason I felt I was still a useful person.
But as soon as I finished speaking, she glanced at me with a flicker in her eyes, and as if I had touched a sore spot, she said with some displeasure, "I see that this young master is very strong and has only suffered some superficial injuries, nothing serious. The young lady is even stronger. Farewell."
Then he vanished in a flash.
Sigh, it's not easy to make money these days.
I turned to look at Wen Heng, who was still frowning with worry at the wound on my chin, constantly wiping away the tiny bloodstains and tear stains that kept seeping from the corner of my mouth with his sleeve.
"Ahua, don't cry."
But I burst into laughter through my tears: "Silly girl, there's no one in the world who can make me cry."
I patted him on the shoulder, trying to comfort him.
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