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The sound of slurping noodles was unusually jarring to the two unexpected guests on the balcony.
Their curious stares made the two feel extremely uncomfortable.
“Be quiet! Baldy, deal with her. There are still people inside; I need to think of a way. Damn it! How could there be consecutive slip-ups? Plans never keep up with changes!” The young man, whose face was smeared with paint like a non-mainstream artist, momentarily froze before cursing and swiftly darting into the hall.
The other man, whose nose was still bleeding, fiercely struck the balcony railing with his hand.
“Behave, and you won’t suffer.”
Laiwei, who was chewing on her noodles, displayed a deadpan expression, pausing her slurping for a moment before continuing to chew. She then turned to Yang Xiaoyou and said, “Isn’t he your neighbor?”
“Clearly not,” Yang Xiaoyou replied politely, prompting Laiwei to scratch her head in confusion.
At that moment, a series of loud thuds echoed from inside before falling silent.
The man outside, with dried blood on his face, expressed his dissatisfaction. “Don’t expect the people inside to save you. The boss is much stronger than I am, hmph!”
He seemed frustrated by how little regard the two were showing him.
If an ordinary person had witnessed his proud hand strike, they would have likely been terrified. Yet these two treated it as if it were nothing. The force of his attack had even pressured him slightly, but it failed to intimidate them at all—this only added to his frustration.
“Are they performers? Should we capture them? Should we handle it ourselves or turn them over to the police?” Laiwei asked nonchalantly while still holding the bowl of ramen she had snatched from someone.
Her words infuriated the man named Heart while simultaneously making him feel uneasy.
“It’s not performance art. It has a hint of Baji style, but it seems overly focused on power without much practical experience. Fire Monkey has some skill, but their training methods seem flawed.” Yang Xiaoyou scratched his chin, watching the fellow who was beginning to show signs of alertness with interest.
Upon hearing Yang Xiaoyou’s words, Nosebleed Guy was taken aback. A casual glance felt as invasive as having his underwear stripped away; it was utterly disgusting.
Without thinking twice, he shoved his finger into his mouth and let out a sharp whistle. Instantly, figures began to move on the opposite balcony.
“More? This is such a hassle; it’s wasting my time. I’m coming over.” Finally finishing her noodles, Laiwei expressed her annoyance.
Then, the bowl was placed on the head of the Nosebleed Guy, and with a flicker of movement, the figure landed on the balcony across from him before walking inside.
The man, whose nosebleed had nearly stopped, initially tried to dodge the bowl that was coming at him. However, he tragically realized that his movements were completely predicted by his opponent. No amount of speed could break this rhythm; he could only watch helplessly as the bowl was pressed onto his head.
The heavy force penetrated the bowl, pressing down without breaking it, causing a wave of dizziness and disorientation.
When he finally regained his senses, he noticed Blackie dragging someone out from inside the house. To his shock, the person being dragged was none other than their leader!
In that instant, all resistance vanished; he didn’t even struggle anymore. What kind of misfortune was this?
"Who am I? I come in and suddenly attack like a madman, and I even got hit by him. Tsk, I really want to just crush him," Lucas said, wiping a bruise from the corner of his mouth, feeling somewhat speechless.
This surprised Yang Xiaoyou a bit; even if it was a surprise attack, Lucas had been distracted and out of sorts. Yet to land a hit on him was still quite difficult.
That Nosebleed fellow was indeed not wrong; their leader was much stronger than him. However, in terms of strength aspects, there seemed to be some shortcomings.
Compared to Zhang Liang and Liu Lianyue, he still fell short by quite a distance. Overall, he could be considered a talented fellow.
What was particularly rare was that this fainted fellow seemed to be quite well-rounded. Although there were flaws in his kidnapping plan, it was still somewhat organized; he had considered most of what needed to be taken into account.
If it hadn’t been for a series of unexpected events, they might have even received a ransom. Those wealthy fellows were quite afraid of death; they preferred to settle matters with money rather than entrust their lives to the police.
However, their channels for information were somewhat lacking. While it didn’t matter at higher levels, they were unaware of the recent ambush incident at the suburban manor and had now walked right into a trap.
Moreover, the choice of hiding place seemed rather peculiar.
"Is that house across from us yours too? Why didn’t you say so earlier? We could have just stayed there," Laiwei complained as Yang Xiaoyou took out the key to unlock the door across from them.
"Don’t get it twisted; this isn’t mine. It’s entrusted to me for safekeeping when the owner is away. If it gets messed up, there will be trouble. Now then, how many are there in total?" Yang Xiaoyou asked as three fellows who had just undergone Virtual System training eagerly stepped forward.
This group of agile kidnappers was effortlessly subdued without any doubt.
The age of these fellows wasn’t very high; the oldest among them was only two years older than himself, while others looked merely thirteen or fourteen years old. After clearing away some paint from one fellow's face, he found that they were about the same age as him.
Everyone here has some skills, more or less. Although the martial arts culture is rich in the Chinese Empire, it is still quite rare for people of their age to undergo such intense training.
Most people's goal is simply to strengthen their bodies.
"Without any background, if we get sent in this time, Tietie will definitely be labeled with another hat. Except for those who are under sixteen, the rest of us are practically doomed," Yang Xiaoyou said, shrugging his shoulders and looking thoughtfully at the fellow who appeared lost and confused.
Upon hearing Yang Xiaoyou's words, a few of the younger ones seemed even more frightened, while those slightly older were much more resilient.
At that moment, they all felt a wave of sorrow. They had encountered unexpected situations in their previous actions, but nothing like this. Not only were all the city police swarming out, making it impossible to escape, but the hiding place they chose was also filled with monsters far more terrifying than the police.
They had thought their group's strength was sufficient, but comparing it to what they faced now made the gap feel utterly hopeless; it was like running into a ghost on the street.
"What do you want from us to let us go? You should have some ulterior motive for not handing us over directly," the leader, a girl who looked clean and fair after being washed up, said in a forced calm tone.
Although she wasn't particularly pretty—likely due to malnutrition—her boyish attire was quite handsome. At her age, being able to remain calm and try to negotiate for space for herself and others was commendable.
Considering their series of actions and last night's doubts, Yang Xiaoyou pondered for a moment before saying, "First tell me a few of my questions, and I can promise not to hand you over."
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