"Condemn? Isn't condemnation a matter for the government office?"
Ye Qingge didn't understand. Her beautiful eyes were wide open, making people unconsciously feel close to her.
"Sigh, Young Master probably doesn't know about the people in the capital, right?"
"… Yeah."
The shop assistant nodded, looking as if he had expected this.
"Young Master, you might not know this, but this Zhou Family is not an ordinary family. Old Master Zhou is the deputy commander of the Saber Riding Guard. Who would dare to offend them? Therefore, if they want to ask who's guilty, wouldn't that person be deemed to be guilty?"
As the shop assistant spoke, he looked outside and said, "This is the seventh wave today. Previously, they captured six waves. There are at least forty to fifty people."
"Sigh, what a pity for that child. He's most likely going to be made into a vegetable."
After the shop assistant finished speaking, he wrapped up the medicine that Tang Mo wanted and handed it to him respectfully.
"Vegetable? Treating people as vegetables?"
Ye Qingge couldn't help but raise her voice. Was the vegetable that the waiter was talking about the vegetable that she knew about?
Ye Qingge turned around and looked at Tang Mo. She saw that he was also frowning slightly and his face was a little pale.
He's not frightened, is he?
Well, a well-behaved man like him has probably never heard of such a terrible thing.
Hence, Ye Qingge patted the back of his hand to comfort him.
"Young Master, please keep your voice down. You don't dare to say this out loud."
The waiter hurriedly said when he heard that. He immediately felt that he had said too much today.
'It's strange. I'm not usually talkative. What's wrong with me today?'
As the two of them were talking, they suddenly heard a wail. The sound was mournful, followed by a woman's heart-wrenching cry.
Everyone on the street looked over. It turned out that one of the servants had broken the arms of a boy.
The boy's arms hung from his shoulders in a strange way. He was in so much pain that he fell to the ground and rolled around.
A woman, who was probably the boy's mother, knelt on the ground and hugged the boy as she cried loudly.
The servants beside her were still kicking the woman and child. The other servants behind him hugged their shoulders and smiled.
The other tenants only watched in fear and did not react. No one else on the street stopped them.
How could human nature be so cold?
"It's really a small temple with a lot of demons and tortoises!"
Ye Qingge pushed aside the people in front of the medicine shop and walked towards the street.
Her eyes, which had always carried a faint smile, were now filled with coldness. Her originally cute baby face now had a seriousness that had never been seen before.
Her usually languid demeanor had changed. At this moment, her entire body was filled with murderous intent.
The shop assistant who had just spoken to Ye Qingge was stunned.
Why did the cute little master who was chatting with him just now suddenly become like Ghost Face Rakshasa?
He subconsciously glanced at the white-robed young master in front of him.
Fortunately, this young master did not suddenly transform. It looked like he was still as gentle and refined as when he came in.
As if sensing the shop assistant's gaze, Tang Mo slowly turned his head and met the shop assistant's gaze.
Then, the corners of his lips curled up into a meaningful smile.
The shop assistant shrunk his neck in fear.
Oh my god, this young master looked even more terrifying than the previous young master!
"Hey, you son of a b*tch, stop it."
Ye Qingge's voice wasn't very loud, and the original owner's voice was rather soft. Even if she were to shout at the top of her lungs, she wouldn't be able to intimidate anyone.
It was a little like the meow of a cat that had exploded. It was cute but not fierce enough.
It was very… frustrating.
Fortunately, the servants still heard it.
This prevented her from being awkward from saying harsh words to the other party, but the other party did not hear her.
The man in the lead was the servant who had attacked. He glared angrily at Ye Qingge.
Seeing that she was not tall and was alone, and her clothes were not luxurious, he immediately had an idea.
She must be someone of high status, so she did not know how powerful the Zhou Family was and did not take them seriously at all.
He started scolding.
"Where did this bastard come from? Are you tired of living?"
Ye Qingge glanced at the servant and raised her eyebrows as she asked, "Son of a b*tch, who are you scolding?"
"Son of a b*tch, I'm scolding you…"
As soon as she said that, laughter rang out from the surroundings. The servants also realized that they had been tricked.
Instantly, his face turned the color of pig liver.
He had been in the Zhou Mansion for so long, and because of his capable master, he was treated well.
Not to mention outside, even among the servants of the Zhou Mansion, he had always been domineering.
When had he ever suffered such a loss?
"You brat, are you tired of living? Brothers, attack!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the other servants also jumped out from the group and surrounded Ye Qingge.
F*ck! You guys don't have any morals!
There were actually so many people against her.
Ye Qingge couldn't help but recall a joke she had heard before: On the road, more than ten burly men surrounded a man. The burly man asked the man, "Do you want to fight one-on-one or do you want to fight in a group?" The man saw that the other party had the advantage in numbers, so he replied that he wanted to fight one-on-one. Hence, more than ten burly men beat the man to the ground together. The man shouted that he was despicable. He had clearly chosen to fight one-on-one. Who knew that the burly man would sneer and say, "That's right, we'll fight you in a group, but you'll fight a group of us in a one-on-one."
A punch from the front interrupted Ye Qingge from letting her imagination run wild, making her wholeheartedly immerse herself in this melee.
Hand-to-hand combat, that's right!
There were too many people on the street to take out her gun, and there were no weapons in their hands. Ye Qingge could only rely on her fists.
Unfortunately, her fist was too small and her bones weren't hard enough. Ye Qingge could only use the techniques of grappling to suppress her opponent.
The servants didn't put Ye Qingge in their eyes at first, but looking at her small body, they knew that she wouldn't be able to withstand a punch from them.
However, after a few rounds, she actually dodged them. A few of the Zhou Mansion's servants even suffered a loss.
Hence, the few of them looked at each other and used a strategy to attack Ye Qingge.
Because a few of them had changed their tactics, Ye Qingge found it more and more strenuous.
If it was the 23rd century, it would not have taken much effort to clean up these dishes.
However, she had miscalculated the original owner's physique. She was really a noob.
"This kid is running out of strength. Brothers beat him to death!" The leader of the servants said with a sinister smile.
Ye Qingge glanced at him but didn't say anything as she analyzed the current situation in her mind.
There were many people on the other side. The original owner's broken body was about to collapse. When the time came, this group of people would beat their brains into dogs.
Ye Qingge used her fighting techniques to parry the incoming fist and pretended to be exhausted.
She slowly retreated to the front of the guards.
Seeing Ye Qingge's weak appearance, the guard in the lead became even more arrogant. "Young brat, kneel and kowtow. Go under my pants and call me grandpa twice more, and I'll spare your life."
Ye Qingge replied with a sneer, "Son of a b*tch, why are you randomly acknowledging relatives? Your ancestor has a shell, so why are you trying to make your presence known in our crowd?"