Chapter 7.10 – Embarrassed

After the leader gave the order, all the people pulled their short guns out. Three people off to the side got off their horses and drew their knives, instantly surrounding the two men without any hesitation.

Zhang Qianjun Wanma only had enough time to take two steps back and there wasn’t any time to ask Little Brother Zhang what to do.

A man came straight over and moved to pull his hair bun, but Zhang Qianjun Wanma dodged, threw Little Brother Zhang to the ground, and then immediately formed a hand sign, “May the master help and give me the most spirited fire of the five heavenly fires!”

Zhang Qianjun Wanma’s hands instantly caught fire. He shook them directly at the person in front of him and threw out a line of fire.

The person turned over, dodged, and shouted in a language the two men didn’t understand, as if he were cursing the use of sorcery.

Zhang Qianjun Wanma quickly changed his hand signs and then crossed his arms in front of his chest. “May the spirits possess me!” His Taoist robes immediately burst into flames.

Little Brother Zhang lay seductively on the ground and exclaimed, “Not bad.”

At this time, no one dared take a step forward. Zhang Qianjun Wanma slapped the wooden box on his back and a sword wreathed in flames appeared in his hands. He turned around and kicked the flaming sword into the air, sending it spinning straight for a white-turbaned person who barely escaped. Zhang Qianjun Wanma’s body followed behind it almost instantly. The moment the flaming sword fell, Zhang Qianjun grabbed it and stuffed it into the box on his back. He then rolled over until the flames on his body were instantly extinguished by the muddy ground and ran wildly towards the woods.

After he completely disappeared into the darkness, his opponent came to his senses. “Playing tricks?” The leader sneered. “Did he just leave his companion to fend for himself?”

He turned his head and looked at Little Brother Zhang, who had already untied the belt from around his hands and was standing there stretching his hands, neck, and jaw. “He’s so embarrassing,” Little Brother Zhang said as he looked in the direction Zhang Qianjun Wanma had run in. He then glanced between the leader and the procession that had gone out of sight before saying, “The time for sending the bride off is fixed. You’ve already delayed for a while since you were so busy chasing us. You can’t afford to delay any longer, right?”

When the leader didn’t say anything, Little Brother Zhang’s expression became excited and he looked at them, “You immediately ordered people to break our hamstrings as soon as you met us. It seems that making people disabled is a common occurrence for you. It’s not classy at all.”

After experiencing the scene just now, the white-turbaned people didn’t dare make any rash moves. The leader took a short gun from a man standing nearby and immediately shot at Little Brother Zhang.

Little Brother Zhang twisted his waist at a speed ordinary people wouldn’t be able to reach, dodging all the bullets. He then bounced back up and flung his head back. His mouth made a “pop” sound and a blade shot out, piercing the leader’s eye like a bullet.

The leader screamed and fell to the ground, but before the others could see what happened clearly, they all heard the continuous “pop” sound. Within a second, everyone—including the leader’s relative—fell off their horses.

Little Brother Zhang rubbed his neck and looked around. No one was dead, but they were all covering their eyes tightly and cursing at him as their blood flowed to the ground. One managed to raise his gun, but Little Brother Zhang flung his head back and shot the blade in his mouth directly into the muzzle. The gun instantly exploded, taking the man’s entire arm with it.

“The other person just now is engaged in logistics. I represent the regular army,” Little Brother Zhang said as he squatted in front of the leader.

The leader immediately understood who the formidable one was and shouted at the others, “Nobody move!”

There were a few people who had endured the pain and drawn their knives, but they didn’t move again after hearing the leader’s words. Everyone clenched their teeth and looked at Little Brother Zhang, who opened his mouth to show the leader just how many blades were left in his mouth. As they glinted off the nearby lights, he used his tongue to push a blade out of his mouth.

“Sir,” the leader said. “Have mercy on us. We’re just trying to make a living.”

Little Brother Zhang looked at the leader’s belt and immediately started to unfasten it.

The leader was terrified. “Sir, don’t do this to me in front of my people.”

Little Brother Zhang approached the leader’s head and stepped on his hands with both feet before squatting down and pulling the blade from his eye. The leader immediately started squirming in pain.

Little Brother Zhang took the bag from his waist and asked, “What’s your name?”

“My name is Wulang. I’m from Huamiao Huazha Village in Bali Mountain, so people called me Wulang Huazha. These are my brothers. Sir, we didn’t know you were someone who can’t be messed with. Please let them go.”

Little Brother Zhang pressed his knees to the leader’s face, opened the leader’s eyelid, and started stitching his eyeball. Wulang Huazha’s whole face twisted in pain. When he was done, Little Brother Zhang released him and gave him some water to rinse his eyeball.

The leader rinsed his eye for a long time, and when he finally opened them again, he saw that Little Brother Zhang had used his belt to tie himself up again and was now lying on the back of his horse. Little Brother Zhang waved to him, “Come on. Hurry up, hurry up.”

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