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Now reading: Chapter 998: I’ll Count to Three—Then You’re Dead from Berserk God of War, a Eastern novel by Summer Days Turn Cold.

Woman? Bamboo hat?

Sikong Jing’s whole body shook violently. Jiang Wanyou was actually right in Yang Yi’s courtyard, it’s just that the carriage hadn’t arrived yet.

And now, soone was even trying to take off her bamboo hat.

Thinking of this, Sikong Jing swiftly flashed into the courtyard. The first thing he saw was a few team mbers, looking down haughtily at Jiang Wanyou, who had already put on the masked bamboo hat...

Behind Jiang Wanyou were the more than twenty children Yang Yi had taken in, each trembling in fear.

So of their little faces were covered in tears, so were pale, and a slightly older boy held a wooden sword, looking as if he wanted to fight the team...

Taking another look at the few team mbers, Sikong Jing imdiately recognized them as wearing the Wuming Team’s attire.

The person leading them, Sikong Jing rembered well, was none other than Vice Captain Zheng Chepao of the Wuming Team, the sa person who mocked the Sky Wolf Team last night for not having a Soldier Formation Master while unravelling the Black Jade Fragnt.

And he was precisely the one forcing Jiang Wanyou to remove her bamboo hat.

At this mont, Zheng Chepao hadn’t noticed Sikong Jing’s appearance, and continued to stare at Jiang Wanyou, saying: "Woman, are you deaf?"

Jiang Wanyou replied softly, "Young man, I’m just here to deliver food and clothes to the children of the Chaotic Eighth District. I cannot expose my identity, but you can call any of your Dominators to confirm who I am."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Wuming Team mbers behind Zheng Chepao looked at each other, then... burst into laughter!

One of them jumped out and said, "You want us to call our Dominator? Who the hell do you think you are?"

Another picked up, "Sending food and clothes to the children? Are you trying to fool a three-year-old? How could a truly noble person co to a dump like this? I bet you’re one of Su Old Demon’s remnants?"

They were here in the Chaotic Eighth District, searching everywhere for the escaped Su Old Demon remnants, Xiu Hanzi and He Congsheng.

Orders from above indicated that Xiu Hanzi and He Congsheng might have cultivated a number of subordinates; they needed to be thoroughly investigated.

Jiang Wanyou wearing a bamboo hat and not showing her face was, of course, very suspicious.

And the Wuming Team mbers also didn’t believe that Jiang Wanyou could have any significant identity, much less one that needed to bother a Dominator.

For these talented team mbers, unless they had a mission, they didn’t want to set foot in a dump like the Chaotic Eighth District, let alone a respectable lady.

Touching the dirty kids here would only disgust them.

At the doorway, Sikong Jing’s face darkened as he prepared to chastise them...

But just then, a child’s scream suddenly ca from the courtyard: "Ah! Let go, let go."

At the voice, Jiang Wanyou and the children all looked over and called out in unison: "Xiao Min!"

Sikong Jing halted his voice, quickly looking in the direction of the sound, and his originally gloomy expression... turned murderous.

He saw another man dressed in Wuming Team attire walking out from the courtyard, holding a little girl in his hand.

The little girl was Xiao Min, who had just recovered from Innate Cold Blood Syndro...

And on her little face was a big slap mark.

In the next mont, the Wuming Team mber holding Xiao Min reported, "Vice Captain Zheng, I caught this child in a room, and she had a ssage Bird in her hand, preparing to write a letter to soone."

"I slapped her, and she’s still not behaving."

Xiao Min still clutched a pen and paper, struggling frantically, but refused to let go.

This was the Wuming Team mber’s idea of not behaving...

"What? A ssage Bird? How could there be a ssage Bird in a heap of wretched, parentless brats like this?"

Zheng Chepao didn’t care at all that a weak child was slapped. His face twisted as he continued, "Trying to report out, huh? These little beasts must all be the remnants of Su Old Demon."

The Wuming Team mber holding Xiao Min said, "Vice Captain Zheng is right. Su Old Demon’s remnants are definitely grooming these little brats."

With that, the Wuming Team mber suddenly lifted Xiao Min high above his head.

Then he coldly smirked at Jiang Wanyou and said, "Woman, take off the hat and confess your relation to Su Old Demon’s remnants, or I’ll smash this little brat to death first."

Saying this, he actually made a motion as if to smash Xiao Min...

Underneath the bamboo hat, Jiang Wanyou’s face changed wildly. She cried out, "You scoundrels, you’re from the East Dominator Branch Team. How can you treat these poor children like this? Put Xiao Min down right now."

Unfortunately, Jiang Wanyou’s scream didn’t stir a hint of compassion in the Wuming Team mbers.

They laughed loudly, "Who knows if these kids won’t beco Demons in the future? It’s the Righteous Path to kill them now."

"Take off the hat, or this little girl gets smashed to death."

The Wuming Team mber hoisted Xiao Min even higher, as if it were a fun ga...

Hearing this, Jiang Wanyou finally bit her lip, starting to move her hand toward the bamboo hat.

The next mont... boom!

A sudden burst of murderous intent filled the entire courtyard, followed by a figure flashing through the crowd... slap!

A loud slap echoed in the courtyard. The Wuming Team mber holding Xiao Min let out a miserable cry as he flew backward, releasing Xiao Min to fall from mid-air...

In the next instant, that figure steadied himself and reached out to catch Xiao Min. Gradually, everyone in the courtyard saw him clearly.

A cold expression, eyes brimming with killing intent—it was, of course, Sikong Jing.

Clang...

Before anyone could react, Sikong Jing suddenly drew his long sword, pointed at the Wuming Team mber who had been slapped and fell to the ground, and said in an ice-cold voice, "I’ll count to three, apologize to Xiao Min right now, and slap yourself ten tis, or I’ll take your life!"

The cold voice dropped, and Jiang Wanyou, her hand already reaching for the bamboo hat, was shocked all over, looking over in disbelief.

Then she was stunned, exclaiming, "Young Master Sikong..."

Before she could finish her words, she hurriedly held back her exclamation.

She couldn’t utter the words "Young Master," but she was utterly perplexed. Wasn’t Young Master Sikong already taken away by Uncle Xiu and Uncle He?

How could he still be here?

Jiang Wanyou didn’t know that Sikong Jing had refused to leave when she left the Xiu Yi Clinic.

"Brother Sikong..." The other children also started to call out. They all knew Sikong Jing from before.

The little Xiao Min in Sikong Jing’s arms also dazedly called out, "Brother Sikong..."

At the sa ti, Zheng Chepao and the other Wuming Team mbers, led by him, widened their eyes before Zheng Chepao shouted, "East Plain’s Little Beast of the Heavenly Defect Team, you dare to hit my people and spoil my plans?"

The Wuming Team mber who was slapped flew up, his face twisted as he roared, "East Plain’s Little Beast, do you dare to hit ?"

His face stung fiercely, and besides anger, he felt nothing else facing Sikong Jing’s sword; as for apologizing to Xiao Min, that was impossible. All he now wanted was to kill Sikong Jing.

Sikong Jing ignored everyone and smiled reassuringly at Xiao Min in his arms, then looked up again and said, "One!"

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