Zuo Ling sighed. She had wasted her day setting up her stall. She didn't want to be stared at like a monkey. She left.
"Hey, wait, wait, I'm exchanging two cases of milk." It was the wealthy lady who brought the little boy last time.
When business comes knocking, Zuo Ling certainly won't refuse.
The wealthy woman gave him four packs of noodles, premium-quality noodles, much better than what the man called Brother Zhang gave him.
Clearly, she had witnessed the entire scene, and her attitude changed drastically.
Finally, they swapped noodles for a case of sparkling water.
He left with a very warm smile.
One by one, a few more people switched milk and drinks with Zuo Ling, and then there was no further disturbance.
Brother Zhang left feeling frustrated. He dared not cause any more trouble until he figured out Zuo Ling's identity.
The legend of a young girl who owned a house in a doomsday fortress-style apartment kicking a grown man away has spread throughout Noah's Ark.
Professor Jin excitedly called Zuo Ling:
"Girl, I heard you kicked a grown man away today, sending him flying into a snowdrift?"
I didn't realize Professor Jin was such a gossip.
"Many people have asked me about your background, but I've covered for you. Don't worry, don't worry."
They didn't ask him how he covered it up. He had already killed quite a few people; kicking someone was no big deal. Professor Jin just wanted to talk to her.
April has arrived in the blink of an eye.
In previous years, when spring flowers were in full bloom and grass was lush and birds were singing, the snow still kept falling.
Aside from occasionally pretending to go out of the community to deliver goods, Zuo Ling spends most of her time staying in the Noah's Ark community. She judges the outside world based on the situation of exchanging goods at the market.
The exchange rate has been adjusted accordingly. Previously, one pound of rice could be exchanged for one box of milk, but now it's two boxes.
Even the cheapest pack of noodles can be exchanged for a box of milk.
Sweet drinks are even less valuable; someone once traded a pack of instant noodles for a whole case.
In contrast to her, Professor Jin increased the exchange rate for bean sprouts.
Previously, one pound of bean sprouts could be exchanged for five pounds of charcoal and ten pounds of firewood; now, they can be exchanged for eight pounds of charcoal and fifteen pounds of firewood.
People who frequently set up stalls at the market became familiar with each other and occasionally exchanged a few words.
Zuo Ling is difficult to navigate, while the waterfall wanders through the market.
Everyone knows that the waterfall belongs to the owners of the three Doomsday Fortresses. Some people are drooling over it, but no one dares to reach out and snatch it.
On this day, Zuo Ling was making a transaction when he suddenly heard a commotion.
Someone shouted, "Quick, quick, quick, catch it, catch it, don't let it get away!"
"Over there, it ran that way."
"Quick, quick, quick, shoot it, shoot it."
Realizing something was wrong, Zuo Ling quickly went to find the waterfall.
The waterfall plunged headfirst into Zuo Ling's arms, its little body trembling violently.
Seven or eight young men caught up with it, pointing at the waterfall and shouting, "It's there! It's there!"
A boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old arrogantly reached out to Zuo Ling: "Give me back the rabbit."
Zuo Ling stuffed the waterfall into the backpack in front of her and gave him a cold glance:
"It's mine, why should I give it to you?"
The boys laughed: "Yours? If you call it, will it answer?"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
"Even if it weren't yours, once I saw it, it's mine. Guys, isn't that right?"
The boy shouted arrogantly.
“That’s right, whatever our young master He sets his sights on must belong to him.”
"You bitch, hand it over, or you'll push your luck."
People around immediately moved away.
Those who usually tried to get close to Zuo Ling now kept their distance, fearing that getting involved with her would cause trouble.
Zuo Ling silently put on the boxing gloves made from the tentacles of the Jin family's Spider-Man.
The energy and spirit of these people were clearly different from that of ordinary students; they seemed like college students from a sports school.
She cannot fire a gun in public, nor can she use a crossbow; at most, she can use a stun gun, a binding rope, and gel pills.
In previous encounters, she mostly relied on opportunism and trickery. When her opponents saw that she was a woman, they underestimated her, which allowed her to gain a lot of advantages.
Having practiced for so long, she was frustrated by the lack of sparring partners. She wanted to test her skills, and if she was truly outmatched, she would resort to other methods.
After locking the tricycle compartment, taking out the key, and putting on her bulletproof helmet, Zuo Ling looked indifferently at the boys.
One of them twisted his neck a couple of times and chuckled, "Hey, this chick wants to spar with us, who's up?"
The group burst into laughter: "Her? Hahahaha... Don't be ridiculous, I could take her down with one arm."
Young Master He was getting impatient:
"Stop talking nonsense and grab the rabbit from me right now. I'm waiting to eat rabbit meat."
One of them threw a punch at Zuo Ling, creating a gust of wind.
Zuo Ling dodged, instinctively using the self-defense techniques Pei Nansheng had taught her, pulling, tugging, and twisting, "Ouch..."
In one round, Zuo Ling dislocated his arm, and the boy was in so much pain that tears and snot streamed down his face.
Zuo Ling kicked him in the back of the knee, and the boy fell to his knees with a thud. The ground was frozen hard, and the sound was painful.
The remaining people's eyes lit up, but no one cared about the injured boy's condition.
"Hey, this chick's got some skills, let's all go for her, let's all go for her."
Several people rushed towards Zuo Ling with loud shouts and laughter.
It was impossible for Zuo Ling not to be nervous when she was fighting a group for the first time. She stopped holding back and used all her strength.
She doesn't know many moves, but she's incredibly strong—to what extent, she doesn't even know.
A person attacked Zuo Ling's face, but Zuo Ling grabbed his hand, twisted it, and used it to block the person behind him.
"Ouch..."
The man struck his accomplice with a thud.
"Why the hell did you hit me? Look carefully."
The two attacked Zuo Ling, one throwing a punch and the other sweeping towards Zuo Ling's lower body.
She took a punch to the back and then kicked the person who had hit her lower body.
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