sjar Chapter 517 Anti-Bandit Robbery
Chapter 517 Anti-Bandit Robbery
In an instant, the two bandits sprang out from behind the tree.
They stood on either side of the donkey cart, one holding a wooden stick and the other a woodcutter's knife, waving them around with a whooshing sound.
The one with his shirt open, seeing the donkey cart being forced to stop, stiffened his neck and started yelling in his hoarse voice.
"Hey! I planted this tree! I opened this road! If you want to pass, leave your toll!"
He spoke with great confidence, his eyes lighting up as he looked at the packed donkey cart.
Er'er, who had been leaning lazily against the car, immediately straightened up when she saw the two people.
Her delicate brows furrowed as she looked them up and down, and then... the corner of her mouth seemed to twitch slightly.
Those eyes clearly conveyed four words: Where did this idiot come from?
She didn't say anything, but turned her head to look at her master who was watching the commotion from the side.
Wu Yunzhi, leaning on his cane, smiled and nodded almost imperceptibly.
With her master's tacit approval, Er'er's eyes suddenly sharpened.
He reached back and pulled something out of the pile of luggage.
A long, thin snakeskin whip, also with bells tied to it, rang out when she pulled it out, the sound of the bracelet on her wrist making it even more crisp and melodious.
This was given to me by Sihai when I left home.
She was specifically assigned to fight bad guys on the street, but unfortunately, she was never used.
Er'er stretched out her left hand and stroked the whip from the head to the tail, then stepped onto the edge of the donkey cart and stood up.
His slender figure appeared somewhat imposing from the suddenly elevated perspective.
The afternoon breeze ruffled the stray hairs on her forehead, revealing a pair of bright and captivating eyes.
The two bandits below were taken aback at first, then exchanged a glance and burst into undisguised sneers.
"Hahaha... Is that all? You think you can scare someone with a broken rope used for herding livestock?"
The one with his arms outstretched was laughing so hard he was doubled over, and tears were almost streaming down his face.
The laughter hadn't even subsided.
"Snapped!"
A crisp, crackling sound suddenly ripped through the air.
And so, their laughter abruptly stopped, replaced by painful howls.
The birds in the forest were startled in an instant.
The bandit felt a burning pain on his cheek, lost his footing, stumbled back a few steps, and fell to the ground with a thud.
When she lowered her hands from her face, blood instantly seeped from between her fingers.
"You brat...you're asking for it..." The bandit with open arms was furious and was just about to get up from the ground.
Then he saw another companion have his wood-chopping knife taken from his hand.
With a flick of his wrist, the boy unleashed a long, slender whip that seemed to come alive, coiling around his companion's wrist with deadly precision.
With a skillful thrust, he struck so hard that his hand went numb.
The wood-chopping knife flew out of his hand and landed with a clatter between the legs of the open-chested bandit.
Getting too close was enough to scare the person so much that they fainted.
"My knife!" his companion cried out in despair.
Before the words were even finished, the whip was already at the scene.
This time it was clearly aimed at his neck, which scared him so much that he covered his head and lay face down on the ground.
The whip tip grazed his scalp, bringing with it a cool breeze.
"Crack! Crack!"
Two more sharp cracks rang out, mercilessly striking his buttocks and back.
Ge Bu's clothes were whipped until they were tattered and torn, unable to cover his flesh at all, and the skin underneath swelled up and turned red instantly.
The whip was wielded with cunning and ruthlessness, specifically targeting the thickest parts of the body and deliberately avoiding vital points, leaving the person rolling on the ground, crying out for their parents, utterly powerless to fight back.
On the donkey cart, Er'er twirled her wrist, deftly coiling the long whip back onto her arm.
She glanced down at the two disheveled figures on the ground, snorted softly, jumped off the cart, picked up the fallen machete, and weighed it in her hand.
It's quite substantial.
Er'er muttered to herself and casually tossed the item into the pile of junk on her donkey cart.
"Master, let's go."
She patted the dust off her hands, her tone as calm as if she had just chased away two buzzing flies, displaying a rather elder sisterly demeanor.
Wu Yunzhi then slowly strolled over to the donkey cart, leaning on his cane, and gave the little girl a thumbs up.
As he passed the two bandits, he sighed kindly and shook his head, saying, "I told you, when you're out and about, harmony brings wealth."
The donkey cart creaked and groaned its way back onto the road.
When he woke up again, he heard his companion crying his heart out.
"My knife, the only valuable thing I own..."
He sat up abruptly, his arms wide open, and looked around.
They found no one else around; only the two of them remained.
"Stop howling. Aren't you ashamed to cry like this, you're a grown man?" the bandit with open arms said disdainfully.
He staggered to his feet, patted himself lightly, and was surrounded by dust.
"If we're talking about shameful things, we're both shameful... Two grown men couldn't even beat a kid, and in the end, he even stole our knife..." his companion said, sounding aggrieved.
What the hell is going on here? Who's robbing whom?