The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

This is no ordinary concealed weapon.

This is a high-explosive stun grenade produced by Interstellar Military Industry.

To conform to the aesthetics of ancient people, Su Yaoyao specially plated a bronze-colored metal shell on the outside and carved several peony flowers on it.

The leader strode forward with his head held high.

He sneered disdainfully as he watched the copper lump fly out of the carriage.

"You think this piece of junk can ambush me?"

The leader didn't even bother to dodge, stretching out his calloused hand to prepare to take the hit head-on.

"I'm standing right here today, let's see what tricks you can pull!"

Just as the metal ball was about to fall into the leader's hands.

Su Yaoyao, inside the carriage, covered her little ears with both hands.

She took a deep breath, and shouted at the top of her lungs towards the outside of the car:

"Dad! Close your eyes! Open your mouth wide!"

Although Su Zhen didn't know what this copper lump was.

But out of blind trust in his beloved daughter, Su Zhen did not hesitate at all.

He closed his eyes tightly, completely disregarding his image, and opened his mouth wide.

"BOOM!!!"

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap from the heavens, struck right next to their ears.

It exploded with a deafening roar within the narrow Yama's Canyon!

This sound was ten times more terrifying than a thousand war drums beating simultaneously.

Accompanying the loud bang was an extremely bright white light, so dazzling it could blind someone instantly!

In that instant, the darkness was illuminated.

It was like the sun suddenly crashing into the very center of Yama's Canyon.

The leader was the first to be affected.

He hadn't even had time to close his eyes.

The retina was pierced by the terrifying white light.

All that remained before my eyes was a deathly, pale silence.

The terrifying sound waves, exceeding 170 decibels, poured into his eardrums with devastating force.

"Buzz".

It felt like ten thousand bells were ringing in the leader's mind at the same time, and a violent dizziness shot straight to the top of his head.

There wasn't even time to let out a scream.

The massive body stiffened.

The three thousand bandits behind him, who had been so menacing just moments before, met an even worse fate.

The enormous sound waves reverberated back and forth between the two cliffs, their power multiplying.

Three thousand people were collectively affected by the negative state of group stiffness.

My eardrums felt like they were being ripped apart, and I lost all my hearing, only able to hear the maddening, piercing tinnitus.

My eyes were burned by the white light; I can't open them or see anything.

"Clang!" "Bang!"

Three thousand gleaming broadswords and spears fell to the ground in unison.

One second the ruthless thugs were arrogant and domineering, the next they were like dominoes being toppled.

With a crash, they fell in droves along the official road.

They covered their eyes and ears tightly with their hands and rolled back and forth in agony on the dusty ground.

No one could stand firm.

Not to mention using weapons to kill people.

After the violent explosion, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Su Zhen slowly opened his eyes and closed his aching jaw.

Looking at the three thousand bandits rolling on the ground, rendered unable to fight, the tyrant father's eyes flashed with excitement.

"Good heavens, my daughter's secret weapon is more effective than a thousand troops!"

At this moment, the head of the gang, whose mind was full of fat and bloated thoughts, covered his ears and spun around in a daze.

His prized Iron Shirt technique is utterly useless against sound waves and intense light.

Su Zhen sneered and his figure blurred.

With terrifying speed, he transformed into a blur and appeared before the leader.

Faced with this fat bastard who dared to covet his daughter, Su Zhen didn't even have the interest to draw his sword.

He found his Longquan sword dirty!

Su Zhen casually grabbed a willow branch about the thickness of a thumb from a crooked tree next to him.

A surge of violent internal energy was poured into this ordinary tree branch.

The once supple willow branches were now taut and as hard as iron, with a layer of bluish-green energy subtly flowing across their surface.

"Iron Shirt, is it?"

"Invulnerable to swords and spears, huh?"

Su Zhen gritted his teeth and snorted coldly. The tree branch in his hand turned into a series of afterimages, and with a sharp whistling sound, he lashed down hard!

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The crisp, sharp sound of whipping echoed densely, like raindrops pattering on banana leaves.

Each strike hit the thickest, loosest part of the boss's body.

What is Iron Shirt?

Compared to Su Zhen's internal strength, it's all a joke!

The branches lashed at the flesh, tearing through the skin and penetrating deep into the soul.

"ah!!!"

As the leader regained some sensation of pain from his dizziness, he let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

The cry echoed through the sky.

It lingered in the canyon for a long time.

Su Zhen's hand speed was extremely fast.

To the naked eye, only a blurry blue whip shadow could be seen.

He circled the head of the gang, whipping him relentlessly from every angle.

The leader had a huge, obese body.

Under the torrential lashes, his feet were lifted off the ground!

He was like a giant human-shaped spinning top, rotating at high speed in mid-air.

"Clap clap clap clap!"

The frequency of the whipping increased.

The leader's spinning speed also increased.

His clothes were torn into strips of cloth, which flew around as he spun.

The fat all over his body trembled violently like waves under the centrifugal force.

The leader couldn't even utter a word of begging for mercy.

It could only make meaningless "woo-woo" sounds.

The tyrant father vented all his anger toward the bandits and his obsession with the 60,000 taels of toll money on this tree branch.

While smoking, he muttered to himself:

"I'll make you my bandit queen! I'll make you invulnerable to swords and spears!"

"Today I'll show you what true human wickedness is!"

The bandits, who had just recovered a little, barely opened their swollen eyes and saw a scene that resembled divine punishment.

They revered him as a god and called him the invincible leader of the Great Yan Kingdom.

It was being whipped into a high-speed spinning top in mid-air by an old man wearing a mink coat using a tree branch!

All the bandits were terrified and had no strength left to run away.

This one-sided beating lasted for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

When Su Zhen finally stopped and casually tossed the bald branch aside...

With a "thud," the leader's massive body crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

At this point, the leader was completely unrecognizable.

His face was bruised and swollen, and his body was covered with crisscrossing red marks.

His obese body was swollen three times its original size after being hit, making him look like a giant, over-fermented meat bun.

He lay on the ground like a lump of mud, trembling uncontrollably, not even having the courage to look up at Su Zhen.

Just then, a series of light footsteps approached.

Su Yaoyao, with her short legs, walked up to the leader with a smile.

She crouched down and reached into her wide sleeve.

He pulled out a thick stack of documents bound in fine Xuan paper.

"Come on, want to learn some characters?"

Su Yaoyao patted the stack of papers in her hand, making a crisp sound.

"This is the 'Employee Handbook for Dayan Canyon Expressway Toll Station'."