A young man with a crew cut and dressed in black patted Xiao Hao's head: "Little kid, what do you want to exchange?"
"Food, household items, seasonings, charcoal, anything is fine."
The young man in black glanced at his brothers: "The little kid doesn't ask for much."
"Not tall, not tall, not tall at all," the group echoed with grins.
The young man in black shrugged, his face full of regret: "Unfortunately, I don't have any."
Hahaha... The followers laughed wildly.
Xiao Hao's face flushed red: "If there's nothing to exchange, you can't take it away. Put it down."
The young man in black stroked his chin and said defiantly, "I won't let go, what can you do to me?"
He glanced sideways at Zuo Ling to see her reaction, but Zuo Ling looked at him expressionlessly.
The young man in black shoved Xiao Hao aside, scooped up the tarpaulin, and took it all away.
The others looked at Zuo Ling with mockery, laughing even louder.
Xiao Hao was so angry he almost cried. He turned to look at Zuo Ling, who said calmly, "You lost the item while it was in your hands, so you're responsible for getting it back."
Xiao Hao trembled, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes hardened. He stood up, took a few steps, and launched a high kick with a cracking sound.
The crowd gasped in shock as they saw the young man in black bleeding from the corner of his mouth, covering his mouth, pointing at Xiao Hao, too pained to speak.
Zuo Ling smiled, "Pei Nansheng taught me well." With one kick, the black-clad youth's chin was dislocated.
The others were stunned for a moment, then reacted and rushed forward to grab Xiao Hao.
Xiao Hao seized the opportunity to grab someone, flipped over and straddled their neck, and threw a dart that struck the person's shoulder hard.
Ah… a scream.
Zuo Ling clapped her hands crisply and decisively, not bad!
In the blink of an eye, two people were injured, and the remaining people were furious. They threw punches and kicked at Xiao Hao.
Xiao Hao slippery as an eel, weaving through the crowd, while Xue Ye opened her mouth wide to bite and help.
Xiao Hao received training from the Ding family from a very young age. After going to Kyoto, Pei Nansheng's training for him became even more rigorous.
Xueye was trained by Pei Nansheng. Its body was conditioned by the water in the space well, making it much larger than an ordinary dog. It was very fierce when it bit and pounced on people.
Screams could be heard from time to time in the arena; several grown men simply couldn't control a little kid.
One of the clever ones took advantage of the fact that Zuo Ling was a woman, grabbed her, and tried to use her to threaten Xiao Hao.
Zuo Ling raised her leg and kicked out, sending the man flying far away. He crashed heavily against the wall and then fell to the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.
Realizing he'd run into a tough opponent, the young man in black was dumbfounded and covered his mouth as he tried to run away.
Zuo Ling picked up a pebble and hit him on the ankle. The young man in black groaned and fell face-first into the dirt.
The onlookers were stunned. The young man in black was a street thug who often brought people to their stall to grope them.
Everyone was angry but dared not speak out. Finally, someone had come along who could deal with them, and they all secretly cheered.
With his sister's intervention, Xiao Hao felt much less pressure and, together with Xue Ye, knocked everyone to the ground.
If the older sister didn't speak, Xiao Hao wouldn't let them go. Someone remembered and immediately slapped him. Zuo Ling's eyes twitched. Who taught him to slap people with his feet?
But she likes it!
The little master unleashed his power, and Xueye, not to be outdone, pinned someone down, opened his mouth wide, and stuck out half of his tongue to scare them.
Zuo Ling staggered over to the young man in black and nudged him, asking, "Do you have something to exchange now?"
The man in black, with snot and tears streaming down his face, kept nodding and mumbling.
“Oh, tell me, my things are precious, and I don’t care for anything that’s too cheap.”
The young man in black had his jaw kicked off, so he couldn't speak. He mumbled incoherently for a long time, but not a single word could be heard clearly.
Zuo Ling's expression changed: "You dare to make fun of me!"
With a stomp of his foot, crack! His leg was broken, and the young man in black curled up in pain.
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