The little boy puffed out his cheeks and said in his childish voice, "I'm sure, Niannian will rescue you right now!"
As she spoke, the little girl wobbled as she raised the large knife, which was longer than herself.
The child in the cage was sweating profusely, swallowing hard and drooling, his eyes glued to the little bundle's every move.
Also staring dumbfounded at the little boy's actions were Master Wang and his three henchmen, all of whom held their breath in their throats.
The little dumpling stuck out a bit of his tongue at the corner of his mouth, wobbling as he held up the big knife. He adjusted the position and angle, then loosened the grip on his little hand, shifted his body backward, and let the big knife fall heavily under its own weight.
"Clang—"
"Bang—Buzz, buzz..."
The echoes reverberated in their ears, and everyone immediately widened their eyes to look at the large iron lock.
Those nearby toddlers and children in cages could see a deep dent in the iron lock, but it hadn't been opened yet.
The little dumpling reached out and shook the big lock. His little ears twitched, and he heard a faint cracking sound. Instantly, the little dumpling, who was unhappy, had dimples and his dark, watery eyes lit up.
The troupe leader and the three thugs, who were some distance away, were holding their breath and carefully examining the large lock. As the little boy moved, they also saw that the lock had not been broken open.
In an instant, all three of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Master Wang sneered, "Hmph, what infant spirit! Bah! You're just jumping to conclusions. If it really were an infant spirit, it couldn't even break a lock? Heh, whatever it is..."
"Clang—!"
"Snap—"
The little boy raised his big knife again and brought it down. This time, the iron lock opened immediately, followed by the heavy sound of the lock hitting the ground, which interrupted Master Wang's sinister and cold cursing.
The three thugs, who had just breathed their fill, immediately regained their composure.
As Master Wang looked at the iron lock that had been hacked to pieces, beads of cold sweat rolled down his face, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
"Ah—the spirit of an infant has appeared! Quick, run—!!"
The three thugs immediately scrambled out, the last one even forgetting to take care of his pants.
As the door opened, the sounds of traditional opera drifted in from outside, followed by a series of chaotic noises.
It was clearly the commotion caused by three yelling thugs, especially the one with disheveled clothes.
Huo Chengche, who was in the corner, watched the sudden commotion and raised his hand to stop the scholar in front of him. "It's alright, it's not aimed at you."
"But...but this..."
Huo Chengche glanced at the backstage area, which was exactly where his little darling had run off to "play." He sighed helplessly, his thin lips curving into a faint smile. "It's alright, let's continue. The little darling will deal with the bad guys."
"ah?"
"Continue." Huo Chengche smiled faintly, but gave Fu Man a wink.
The latter bent down and stealthily made his way towards the backstage area.
Meanwhile, after the iron lock was broken, the little baby immediately opened the cage for the older children.
At this moment, Master Wang was no longer the ruthless person he had been just moments before. He stared at the chubby little figure over there, not daring to breathe, and stiffly took small steps backward.
"Stop." A cold yet gentle female voice came from behind Master Wang; it was Zhuang You who had appeared just in time.
When Master Wang turned around, he saw a delicate and graceful girl blocking his way. His face immediately turned sinister and disdainful. He took a step forward, raised his foot to kick her, and muttered a vicious curse, "Get lost! Don't block my way!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com