Chapter 51 Chaos, Robbery

When Jingzhe came to the door, he decided not to leave the house. "Miss, what if someone breaks in and steals our things again? I'd better stay here and study the gun."

Xie Zhizhi thought this made sense. "Okay, hold on to the intercom. We'll come back immediately if anything happens!"

So only she and Jing Lan went out on the street.

The short walk down the mountain was covered with hailstones, and all I could see was a sea of ​​white.

"Miss, I'll take you." Jing Lan meant Qinggong.

"Okay, this will be faster. Remember not to step on the ground. There are traps I set on it." Xie Zhizhi reminded her.

"good."

Jing Lan held her waist with one hand, stood at the door, tiptoed, and lightly jumped onto the thick branches of a five-meter-high tree in front of the door, avoiding the trap on the ground.

It stood still for less than a second before leaping up again, shuttling through the gaps in the woods, passing by the broken trees one after another.

Along the mountain path, the hail on the ground shimmered slightly under the reflection of the white sky and was melting at a very slow speed.

Xie Zhizhi was like a bird being carried away. She looked at the lush branches and leaves around her that were rapidly retreating. She felt so sorry. When would she be able to learn Qinggong?

There was a roaring wind as they left the mountains and entered the city.

In the city.

The hail that fell at around 10:00 a.m. yesterday caused chaos and panic in the imperial city.

Street scenes with smashed roofs and eaves can be seen everywhere, and already impoverished families have lost their only homes and instantly become homeless.

Business cannot be done, life has become a problem, and the most terrifying thing is that some people have the ability to scare the people and are doing evil.

There were even corpses crushed to death on the ground, piled under a pile of huge round hailstones. One could vaguely see the miserable faces of people with their tongues sticking out and their eyes half-closed. This natural disaster brought great misery to the huge imperial city.

Xie Zhizhi, dressed in a milky white knight costume, and Jing Lan just came to the corner, wanting to go to the palace to see if the dog emperor was dead, but unexpectedly, there was a riot in front of them.

She was standing under the eaves of a ruined house. She looked out and saw a group of people kneeling on the street in the distance, crying and shouting. There were hundreds of them.

In front of the group of people, there were men of different heights, weights and skin, dressed in good and bad clothes. It was obviously a newly formed team, with more than a dozen of them, forming a dark mass, bringing a sense of oppression, and they were pulling many girls!

It blocked the whole street.

Xie Zhizhi pricked up his ears to hear what was said.

"Don't steal my daughter! Ah! Don't steal her, please, I'll give you money, I'll give you money! I'll give you money!"

"She's only fifteen! Don't touch her! Please!"

"Give me back my daughter! You are a bunch of devils! You will die a miserable death!"

"No! You conscienceless dogs! God didn't give you the power to kill people, rob people, and take women away!"

"Get lost! Stop pulling my girl! Give her back to me!"

The noise and crying filled her eardrums and made her shudder all over.

The robbery team seemed to be enraged. Three of them gathered sharp and fierce ice cones in their hands, trying to kill the woman who was talking wildly.

The big boss spat, his expression vicious: "If you want to die, just say so! You have money, right? We want both the money and the money! If you say one more word, you will go down to see King Yan!"

The people shrank their necks in fear, and one woman's voice became quieter: "There are many beautiful girls in the brothel, please don't hurt us! We are all innocent girls."

Little did she know that saying this would drive those men even crazier.

“I want the little girl!” The tall man in the front was the boss. He was wearing a tiger-skin coat and a felt hat. The ice cone in his left hand exuded danger. He was rough and cold-blooded. He grabbed the girl who was caught by the horse behind him, pinched her chin, stared at her frightened face, and sneered: “Since you don’t want to go with me, then go to hell!”

The ice cone in his hand pierced directly into the girl's throat without mercy.

All the people cried out in surprise.

"No!"

At the critical moment, his left hand was suddenly pierced by something, blood gushed out, and his left hand fell down weakly, causing the ice cone to deviate from its trajectory, fall to the ground, and smash through the ground.

The girl escaped but passed out from fright.

The big boss was furious. He threw the girl away. His eyes were as vicious as a black wolf. His hands were bleeding. He couldn't control his shaking. He said coldly, "Who did it? Come to me!"

However, the only response he got was——

Puff, puff.

Every time the sound of bullets hitting flesh appeared, a horse beside him fell down!

The speed was as fast as two per second. In less than half an incense stick of time, ten people died. It was so terrifying, it was simply a death harvester.

The crisis came suddenly.

The boss's hair stood on end, "If they don't come, I'll kill them!"

Xie Zhizhi walked around the corner in a white dress, her long hair tied up with a hairpin, her delicate face exuding a coldness, her hands behind her back, and Jing Lan in a black dress followed behind her.

Her hand was loosely pressing the trigger of the Desert Eagle, and she glanced at the other person with sharp and disgusted eyes, her thin lips pursed, so disgusting.

"Bitch!" The boss and the only remaining man quickly got ready.

A dangerous ice cone condensed in his hands.