It was very easy for Xia Daohua to sneak into the village, it was almost effortless.
Although the village was heavily guarded by the Wang family's followers, there was also a large number of people wearing the shorts of the Jianghu, wandering around in a disorderly manner. These people were sturdy, with fierce eyes and a certain recklessness in their actions. The Wang family's followers looked at them with dissatisfaction, but no one took action.
Xia Daohua observed carefully as she walked, and was very glad that she had decided to hide in the space and move slowly at the beginning, which saved her so much trouble!
She shuttled through these people and suddenly had the idea of playing a prank. She took a pool cue from the shelf, stretched it out from the space, poked a strong man in the back, and then quickly put the cue back.
The strong man cried out in pain, "Ah!" and turned around angrily, only to see his companions looking around in confusion. He raised his voice and cursed angrily, "Who the hell hit me just now? It's like the barrel of a gun has been cut off!"
"No one hit you! Whoever hit you is a bastard!"
"I didn't see anyone hit you. Besides, we are brothers who have shared life and death together. Who would do such a thing?"
Several people talked in a noisy manner for a while, and couldn't help but look at the Wang family's troops with some suspicion.
The Wang family's men's faces turned pale, but they forced themselves not to retort.
If the master had not given prior instructions, how could they take these small fry seriously!
The Wang family soldiers were mostly carrying large, sharp blades. Some of them also carried hardwood ox horn bows and quivers, but they did not have a single gun barrel, whether with a gun head or not.
The group looked at each other for a while, and suddenly someone lowered his voice and asked, "Could it be that we met a stranger?"
At that moment, a light breeze blew by, picking up a few leaves and swirling them past them. They were instantly frightened and their faces turned green.
Xia Daohua became increasingly excited and continued to do the same thing. A quarter of an hour later, everyone on the street had been hit hard by Xia Daohua's pool cue several times.
Xia Daohua felt like she was playing an old-fashioned game—Whack-a-Mole. The only difference was that the people being hit were all completely bewildered, while she, the one who was attacking from the shadows, was more like the elusive mole.
The Wang family's followers and those "gangsters" were becoming more and more angry, but people on both sides had good self-control. Perhaps they knew that something was wrong, so they did not fight each other.
Xia Daohua knew when to quit and ran away after playing for a while, leaving behind a group of strong men who had been ambushed several times and were jumping up and down and cursing loudly, almost cursing out loud.
Such a big commotion alarmed a small leader of the Wang family's troops. He came forward and said a few words to suppress the commotion, and everyone calmed down.
Xia Daohua watched from afar, estimated the layout of the village, and quickened his pace.
As I walked, I started to collect things that I liked or had value and put them into the space supermarket.
Listening to the cheerful tinkling of supermarket coins arriving, Xia Daohua's initially anxious mood calmed down a bit. To say she wasn't worried about the Xia family would be a lie, and to say she was worried about them a lot would also be a lie.
Xia Daohua's heart was filled with anger and regret for not teaching Wang a lesson, as well as self-blame for having implicated the Xia family.
After playing whack-a-mole on everyone for a while and collecting some money and property from the farm, his tense and heavy mood gradually relaxed a lot, and he even felt a little happy.
But this little bit of happiness disappeared the moment he saw the woman wearing tight clothes and shorts, carrying a hardwood bow and arrow, standing next to Wang Silang.
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