What are you looking at? Robbery!
"At ease!"
"Attention!"
"Line up to the right!"
"Look forward!"
Loud, resonant slogans rose up from the desolate wastelands outside the Thirteenth District. There really were a dozen or so badly battered men following suit, scowling miserably.
This group was none other than Scarface and his lackeys. Ye Zichen clasped his hands behind his back and circled them.
"Look at yourselves. Don't look so miserable. Stick out your chests, raise your heads, suck in your stomachs, and lift your buttocks!"
Ye Zichen had somehow found a willow twig. If anyone's posture wasn't up to snuff, he'd whip them. Scarface and his lackeys had lost count of how many times they'd been whipped. In order to avoid a beating, they trembled and maintained a posture Ye Zichen was satisfied with, not daring to move.
"Naughty! Naughty! Naughty! "
When he saw them stand firm, Ye Zichen smacked each of them on the back of the head.
Scarface and the others all tightened their muscles, standing meticulously as if they were standing in a military formation.
The blazing sun roasted them beyond recognition. Sweat dripped incessantly down their chins and onto the ground. Strangely, however, none of them circulated their spiritual energy to disperse the heat.
"Look at you guys. I didn't even want to talk to you, yet you're still trying to climb all over me? Now you've learned your lesson? "
Ye Zichen arched his brows and clasped his hands behind his back like a hoodlum. The soldiers didn't dare speak. They simply shut their mouths, puffed out their chests, and faced the blazing sun. Their hearts were filled with bitterness.
"And you guys ….." As he spoke, Ye Zichen looked to his right. "You're Scarface's lackeys. You actually abandoned your boss and ran off? You're a team, don't you know? Don't you know the spirit of never giving up? Even if you know you can't beat me, as long as one of you doesn't run, you have to go up and fight! Only with courage can there be miracles, understand? "
"This isn't a matter of courage ….."
One of Scarface's lackeys muttered. He didn't think anyone could hear him, but then he saw Ye Zichen stick his ear to it.
"Naughty!"
Ye Zichen smacked him on the back of the head and roared, "You talk too much.
"You talk too much. It seems like you're quite energetic. What's wrong? Are you well rested? Okay, Scarface, take your little brother and run laps! "
Plop.
Scarface, who was on the left, knelt on the ground after hearing this. His face, which was bright red under the scorching sun, was filled with unconcealable bitterness.
"Lord, this lowly one had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai. You are a great man who does not stoop to petty offenses. The Prime Minister has a big belly, so please don't play with us. We've already run dozens of kilometers under this sun, and you've even sealed our spirit seas. We haven't even had a sip of water. If this goes on, you won't even need to do anything. We'll die of dehydration. "
"You talk too much."
Ye Zichen slapped Scarface on the back of the head, then frowned at the kneeling Scarface.
"You can't even endure this little bit of suffering? If you were born during the Anti-Japanese War, you would definitely be a deserter. "
However, when he saw their pitiful appearances, Ye Zichen couldn't help but sigh.
"Forget it, who asked me to be so soft-hearted? How about this, take out all the treasures you have on you."
Scarface and the others were dumbfounded. They stared blankly at Ye Zichen without moving.
"What are you looking at? Don't you know this is a robbery? If you want to live, put down your treasures! You have to understand that where there's life, there's hope. It's better to live than die, understand? These treasures are just worldly possessions. So long as you're alive, you'll still have them. But you only have one life, don't you think? "
Even though he was unwilling to accept it, his reasoning was indeed reasonable.
Scarface's subordinates, including Scarface himself, tossed their spatial pouches onto the ground.
Once they'd taken out their treasures, Scarface respectfully placed the spatial pouches in front of Ye Zichen.
"Are you sure you've handed them all over? Don't try anything funny with me. My temper isn't particularly good, and I don't like it when people hide things behind my back …. "
Before he finished speaking, Scarface took out another spatial ring from his pocket.
Don't underestimate spatial rings. Although they weren't large, they were still worth a fortune. Everyone here had a spatial pouch, but only people with a bit of status could wear spatial rings.
Regardless of how large the space inside was, just the fact that he'd taken out a spatial ring showed that Scarface was doing pretty well.
When he took the ring out, his expression contorted.
His heart ached from the bottom of his heart!
"Is that all?"
Ye Zichen didn't seem particularly satisfied. When he heard Scarface's skeptical tone, he immediately knelt to the ground.
"Sir, that's all! I've given you everything I've saved up over the past few hundred years. If you don't believe me, you can search me. "
Scarface's expression was as heroic as could be. If an ordinary person saw this, they might really have let them go. But this was Ye Zichen.
"Fine, then take off your pants!"
… …
In the wastelands outside the Thirteenth District, Ye Zichen weighed the spatial pouches and two spatial rings he'd stolen from Scarface's subordinates in his hands. His expression was one of delight.
"You're trying to hide them from me? When I hid them, you weren't even born yet."
Ye Zichen snorted disdainfully. He'd just found the second spatial ring in Scarface's underwear.
When he found it, Scarface looked like he'd lost all hope in life, but Ye Zichen didn't show any mercy …..
If he showed mercy to them, he'd be an idiot.
When they'd robbed others by force, they'd never considered showing mercy to their victims.
This time, he'd taught them a lesson.
"Wu Di."
Ye Zichen called out to the youth behind him. Wu Di nodded, then saw a spatial ring and a few spatial pouches tossed towards him.
He instinctively caught them, but when he saw what they were, he hurriedly shook his head and handed them back.
"Senior, I can't accept this."
"Here, you can have half!" Ye Zichen frowned and pushed the pouches back.
"Senior, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had much of a chance of surviving Scarface's pursuit, much less stealing their treasures. I'm already very grateful that I'm still alive. I haven't even repaid you for saving my life, and now you're giving me this? I'm ashamed to accept it. "
Wu Di bowed respectfully to a junior and retreated. Seeing his insistence, Ye Zichen didn't force him. He put the spatial pouches and rings into his pocket.
Even now, he still hadn't seen what was inside. To him, these treasures really weren't worth his attention.
He'd stolen Scarface's belongings precisely to give them to this kid, but the kid refused.
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