Confiscated and exiled?Phew, I emptied the warehouse first

Chapter 155 Kill me, just depend on you?
Ma Youcai had already cursed loudly: "It's hard for a child to do nothing, how can he be a hero?"

Although he, Ma Youcai, was not a good person, he would never see such a waste of human life.

It's outrageous.

The bandit leader laughed sarcastically: "Talking to me about being a hero? When I killed someone for the first time, you were probably still in the ground and mud."

"Ha ha……"

"a ha ha ha……"

The gangsters were laughing so hard that many of them even took off their shirts and shook them up in their hands.

"Hey...you should go to the underworld and be a hero in a while."

"Leave that man to me, and I will teach him what it means to be a hero."

"I have to beat him until he cries for father and mother, and make him use urine and mud."

"You still dare to challenge us, you really think you have a long life."

"Originally I wanted to spare the lives of these officials, but since they don't have eyesight, we can't blame them!"

The bandit leader raised his hand: "Brothers..."

The gangsters were waiting for his order to free themselves.

They are gearing up one by one, eager to try.

The exiled people were so frightened that they couldn't think of any resistance at all.

Along the way, they barely had enough to eat and were constantly on the road.

I have long been exhausted and complaining endlessly.

Some people were injured in various emergencies.

And they didn't even have any handy weapons on them.

A few of them were holding things carefully with their hands, but the road ahead was difficult, so they found wooden sticks to explore the way.

The gangsters have big swords in their hands.

The blade alone is more than 60 centimeters long, and its hardness, weight, and sharpness are not comparable to those of ordinary knives.

Not to mention these wooden sticks in everyone’s hands.

It can be cut down in two hits.

In addition, some people are sick.

The entire exile team looked like there were a lot of people, but in fact they had no fighting capacity at all.

Look at the dozen or so people fleeing the famine, some carrying baggage, some lame, skinny and bare with few ounces of flesh.

They are all useless.

In the eyes of the gangsters, these people are not enough to fill their teeth. Just send two people at random and it will be like chopping melons and vegetables.

What can really make a difference is the ten-man official team headed by Ding Yu.

They all held whips with barbs in their hands.

Moreover, these ten people are in good mental condition and seem to be somewhat skilled.

Then there was Wuchen, he was ordinary looking, neither tall nor powerful, so he wouldn't attract anyone's attention in a crowd.

But his entire figure is streamlined and his proportions are particularly coordinated. With the long sword in his hand, he has a hidden sense of power.

As for Yan Yi, he can only barely count in the eyes of the gangsters.

The feeling of a frail scholar seems to be still wounded and fragile. What's the use of being good-looking!

If the dagger in his hand hadn't looked very sharp, the gangsters wouldn't have treated him as a meal.

Even now, the gangsters still think that Yan Yi is a quickie.

Then there is Su Mo.

At first, Su Mo did not pose a threat in the eyes of the gangsters, he was just a useless fat man.

As long as the big knife is slashed at the head, the flesh all over the body will only increase the weight at the time of death.

But what Su Mo did to save the boy just now was really fast.

A [-]-pound person who weighs several dozen pounds can run dexterously as if she has overcome the gravity of the earth. No one knows how she does it.

Totally out of line.

But she just did it.

If a fat man is fast, the impact will be huge.Although the gangsters are not afraid of her, if she rushes over regardless and another officer takes the opportunity to hit her, some gangsters will inevitably be injured.

Therefore, even though Su Mo seemed to be unarmed, he was put on the guard list by the gangsters.

Of course, it was just a precaution, Su Mo was not enough to pose a threat to them.

One of the gangsters took a sip on his palm and rubbed his hand twice on his clothes.

With a mean smile: "Leave that fat man to me later, no one is allowed to snatch it away."

He deliberately raised his voice high, and his voice naturally spread among the exiles.

Su Mo looked at him coldly, without any warmth in her eyes, as if she was looking at a dead person.

Yan Yi also turned his gaze to the person who spoke, and thought to himself: Well, in a moment, I will start with you who is blind.

The gangster next to him laughed: "She is so fat, you are not afraid of her crushing you to death."

"Death under the peonies is like being a ghost."

"You have really strong taste."

"Hahaha, I'm so fat, so good."

The wind bird was already howling in the space angrily.

"What kind of people are they? How dare they touch my master."

"Master, let's teach those mean-mouthed people a lesson first and let them go to the underworld!"

"Let them talk bad words, beat them to death, beat them to death."

"Ah... I'm so angry. If you dare to say that about my master, my master, I have to pay for it. Who do they think they are?"

Su Mo also moved at this time.

The fat body rushed forward, and the knife in his hand stabbed out.

Her speed was very fast, giving the gangsters no time to react.

The knife pierced the thigh of the man who spoke first. At the same time, before the gangsters could react, they quickly retreated and withdrew the exile team.

It happened in a flash of lightning.

No one expected that Su Mo would take the lead.

The leg was bleeding profusely, and the gangster tore off his clothes and tied the wound tightly on his leg.

He cried out in pain: "Ah...I'm going to kill you, kill you..."

At the same time, Su Mo had already stood up and said coldly: "You are the only one who will kill me? You are a loser."

The words were quite rude. A man, especially a gangster who was used to running rampant, felt ashamed when being said like this.

He felt that his dignity had been trampled under Su Mo's feet, and it seemed that the people around him were looking at him with ridicule.

Anger surged through him.

Shame, so shameful!
Without waiting for the bandit leader's order, he immediately rode forward on his donkey.

The bandit leader was also shocked. He didn't expect that Su Mo would dare to attack in front of so many people, and he would do so cleanly and directly injure the gangster.

By the time he reacted, Ding Yu had already taken the lead in reacting.

Ding Yu waved his hand directly: "Brothers, come on!"

"what…"

"Kill the bandits and charge."

"Miss Su Mo rushed into the crowd and hurt people, but they are nothing more than that, kill them!"

With Su Mo's good start, the momentum of the exiled team increased dramatically!
On the other hand, the bandits were only half a beat too late and could only respond hastily.

The gangster who was the first to rush up on a donkey was still in a daze when he saw a dozen people wielding whips, holding daggers, and holding long swords, all rushing toward him as if they were desperate for their lives.

The donkey neighed in fright.

"I fucking..."

The gangster cursed secretly, rolled off the donkey, turned around and wanted to run away.

Just kidding, how could he fight with more than a dozen people by himself?

Not even with a long knife.

(End of this chapter)