Mysteries of the Great Zhou Dynasty

Chapter 153 Extra Xiao Mu (2)

"What do you know? These are just some dirty little beggars. Wouldn't it be better if they died?" Young Master Li rolled his eyes at Young Master Wang and said irritably, "Are you going to place a bet or not? If you're not, don't block the light!"

Young Master Wang was somewhat surprised: "Place a bet?"

Even Young Master Chen was getting impatient: "It's just a bet, betting on how many of these little beggars will die? Why are you being so indecisive? Are you going to play or not? If you can't afford to, then don't play!"

Young Master Wang nervously took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat and quickly withdrew from the crowd.

The others shouted and started placing bets.

Upon hearing this, the boy was furious. He clenched his fists tightly and quickly got up, intending to tell the children who had just eaten their food about it. Suddenly, a figure rushed over and snatched the bag of meat from his arms. Several beggar children saw this and rushed forward to grab the food.

"Don't eat! Don't eat! This meat is poisonous! They just said themselves that they put laxatives in it! Ten times the amount of laxatives! It will kill people!" The boy desperately tried to snatch it, but was pushed to the ground by the other beggars, and crashed into the table of Young Master Chen and his group.

"It's better to be poisoned than to starve to death!" The beggars ignored the advice and wolfed down the meat.

The boy stood up straight, neither humble nor arrogant, glared angrily at Young Master Chen and his companions, and shouted, "You have no grudge against them, why did you harm them? You treat human life like dirt, you will be punished!"

Young Master Chen jumped up from his seat. He was already furious that the boy had ruined their betting game, and now he dared to insult him! Young Master Chen waved his hand and said to the servants around him, "Where did this bastard come from! Beat him up! He's ruined my fun! How many lives do you have?"

A teacup smashed against Young Master Chen's forehead with a loud thud. It shattered in two on the floor. Young Master Chen cried out, clutching his forehead. He touched a warm liquid on his forehead, and when he looked down, he trembled with fear: "Blood! Blood! Who did this?"

A girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old stood up from another table at the tea stall, looking apologetic: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't aim properly—I meant to throw it into your stinky mouth, after all, the words that come out of your mouth, ah, no, the stuff that comes out, are too disgusting."

"You...you...you..." Young Master Chen was furious, pointing a trembling finger at the girl, while the servants standing to the side also grimaced. Enraged, Young Master Chen kicked one of the servants: "What are you waiting for! Beat her to death!"

The girl, like a slippery eel, slipped through the crowd of servants, sweeping her hands across the table and gathering all their betting money into her arms. Then, she flipped onto the table where Young Master Chen and his group had placed their bets, keeping only the largest silver ingot for herself and scattering the rest of the loose silver on the ground: "Money raining down! Money raining down! Everyone, grab it!"

Instantly, the market descended into chaos as everyone bent over to pick up the silver.

After throwing the silver, the girl jumped off the table, grabbed Young Master Wang, shoved him under a wooden table in the corner, winked at him, and laughed, "Hide well!"

Then, he crawled out and kicked the kettles at the tea stall at Chen Gongzi and his companions one by one. The kettles hit them, the lids shattered, and the hot water spilled out, scalding them and making them scream.

The girl seized the opportunity to slip the silver ingot into the arms of the tea stall owner hiding in the corner, and whispered, "Hurry up and leave! Consider this compensation for your tea stall."

Young Master Chen and his companions were in a sorry state, their earlier arrogance long gone. Young Master Chen struggled to his feet, but dared not make a move, and could only shout, "I am the nephew of the Prefect of Yizhou, how dare you treat me like this?"

The girl showed no fear, and instead nodded, saying, "Alright, I've got it. Then I'll trouble you, Prefect, to prepare for your impeachment! The charges are letting your dog run rampant and oppressing the people!"

Young Master Chen was startled. Impeachment? Looking more closely at the girl's attire, he realized she certainly didn't come from an ordinary family. Could she really be the daughter of an official? If so, she couldn't be allowed to live. A murderous intent rose in Young Master Chen's mind. He gave his servants a signal, and they surrounded the girl. "Miss, run this way!" The boy, who had already tied his younger brother to his back, shouted to the girl from a nearby alleyway.

The girl leaped onto a table, used the momentum to push off the wall, somersaulted, and jumped over the heads of the servants, taking the opportunity to stomp on Young Master Chen's head in the process. With a light touch of her toes, she broke through the encirclement and ran towards the alleyway where the little boy was.

"Run! Don't wait for me!" the girl shouted at the boy.

The boy, not being constrained, led the way, and the girl followed him as they wandered through the maze-like alleys.

But no matter how fast the two ran, they couldn't outnumber the other side, and soon they were surrounded in a dead end.

Young Master Chen sneered a few times, then suddenly aggravated his wound, wincing in pain: "Hiss... Your time to die is up!"

The girl looked impatient and said to the boy, "Stay away from them for a bit. I was going to let them off the hook, but they just had to ask for it."

The boy asked in surprise, "Sister, can you beat them?"

The girl waved her hand: "Of course it's real!"

The boy was puzzled: "Then why did you run away just now?"

The girl pouted: "What do you know? This is called conserving strength. Don't you know how hard it is to wash blood off clothes!"

The boy was speechless. "Could it be that you ran away because you didn't want to do the laundry? Not because you couldn't win?"

A burly servant, eager to steal the credit, rushed to the front and brandished his claws in front of the girl: "Little girl, do you know what this move is called? It's called the Divine Dragon Tail Swing Fist!"

The girl impatiently dodged and slapped the boy hard across the face twice, saying irritably, "I don't care what kind of fist you call it! Remember this, my move is called 'The Dragon Appears and Fades Without a Trace, the Unrecognizable Six Kinsmen,' a Thunderous Slap that will kill you!"

Before the servant could react, his cheek was swollen high from the blow, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and he spat out a tooth with a "pfft".

The girl turned to the boy and smiled, "Little guy, see? In the face of absolute power, all these fancy moves are useless! I see you have extraordinary potential, how about you take me as your master?"

boy:"……"

Young Master Chen was furious. His left eye was so swollen he could barely open it. He managed to speak, his words escaping his lips: "This girl must be killed today, or I won't be able to vent my anger!"

The girl put her hands on her hips and pretended to be angry: "Hey, open your eyes and talk to me. Who do you think you are?"

Young Master Chen stamped his feet anxiously: "I'm wide awake!"