Chapter 913: Chapter 912: Feed Them Something Good
In the darkness, this remote and quiet courtyard seemed even more silent against the distant sounds of strings and bamboo instruments.
Under this silence, two figures quietly approached one of the outhouses, and if one looked closely, they could see that both were holding knives.
One of them gestured to the other, waited for a nod, and then tiptoed closer.
His hand touched the door, quickly pushed it open, and with his other hand, he raised his knife to cut, but seeing the empty outhouse, his hand froze in mid-air.
Where is he?
He had clearly seen him enter this outhouse, so why is he gone?
The man in black looked at the doorway, then crouched down to look through the gaps at the neighboring space, puzzled as to what happened.
"What’s going on?" The other person sensed something was wrong, turned to ask his companion, and was also stunned to see the empty outhouse.
Where did this person go?
"Hey, are you looking for me?" A clear voice rang from behind the two men.
Their bodies stiffened as they turned quickly, only to be met by a fist, causing them to stagger backward and fall into the outhouse.
"Courting death!" The other man raised his long knife to slash at Wufu.
"Tsk tsk, good children shouldn’t resort to knives and guns." Wufu sidestepped the attack, twisted his feet, and with a spinning kick, landed a flying roundhouse kick directly on the man’s wrist.
The man in black only felt a numbness in his hand as the knife fell from his grasp.
Without wasting words with him, Wufu advanced on the man with a quick step.
Meanwhile, the one who had fallen into the outhouse came at him with a knife again.
Two against one, and one of them armed with a knife; clearly, their orders were to capture Wufu rather than kill him, so they were hesitant and avoided vital areas.
They hadn’t anticipated that this young boy would have martial arts skills, and their combined efforts failed to capture him, leaving them flustered by his chaotic fighting style.
A bit tired!
The words flashed through Wufu’s mind, and without further entanglement, he went in with a decisive move.
Crack, crack.
The one without the knife had his arms dislocated by Wufu’s forceful twist, and with a kick to the back of his knees, he fell to the ground, crying out in pain.
Having taken one down, Wufu didn’t pause. Hearing the sharp sound of wind from behind, he ducked to dodge the incoming knife attack, swept his foot across, causing the attacker to stumble while nimble and darted behind the man, twisting his knife-bearing hand and delivering a chop, causing the man to release his grip, letting the knife fall.
Wufu extended his leg to kick the knife, while swiftly grabbing it with his other hand, holding it horizontally against the man’s neck, completing the movement seamlessly without a hint of hesitation.
"Do you still want to fight?"
"Master, please spare my life," The man felt the chill on his neck and raised his hands, trembling.
Chi San rushed over quickly, seeing that Wufu had already subdued the two, he was momentarily stunned, then approached her and asked, "Master, are you alright?"
Wufu shook her head, asking, "Did you take care of those on your side?"
Chi San nodded; he was less vigilant than Wufu, unaware that someone had been trailing them.
"Speak, who sent you here?" Wufu asked.
"I, I don’t know," the man replied.
"Won’t talk?" Wufu narrowed her eyes and inclined her head slightly, saying, "Chi San, pick up the one on the ground."
Chi San immediately dragged the person up.
Wufu gave an evil grin, "It’s so late, you must’ve been watching me for a while, haven’t eaten yet, right?"
The two men felt an inexplicable chill inside.
"Chi San, feed them something nice," Wufu indicated with a nod towards the outhouse.