The three men exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with malice.
"You little brat, trying to act like a hero in those stories, seeking fame? Let’s see what you’re made of today!"
They waved their fists, shouting as they rushed towards Bai Yaoyu.
However, Bai Yaoyu remained calm and unworried, grabbing one of their fists with one hand and punching straight at the opponent’s cheekbone with his right hand.
When it comes to martial arts, having learned from Bai Xilie, he had never lost!
The three men attacked in unison, and Bai Yaoyu’s fists countered six hands.
Bai Zhi’er watched with wide eyes from the side.
Suddenly, she noticed a man secretly pulling out a dagger from his sleeve, hiding it in his palm!
The little one didn’t care about anything else and hurriedly grabbed the steaming teapot in front of her.
With her small feet pattering, she ran behind the man.
She seized the opportunity, lifted the lid of the teapot, and splashed it onto his buttocks!
The man let out a pig-like howl.
"Hot! It’s burning!" The dagger in his hand fell, and the surrounding customers were shocked.
The man kept patting his pants from behind until a finely embroidered wallet dropped to the ground.
Among the onlookers, one man turned pale with fright, frantically touching his sleeve.
"That’s my wallet! These three are thieves! No wonder they bumped into me just as they came in!"
If not for this accident, he wouldn’t have realized his wallet had been stolen.
The customers became indignant: "How outrageous, stealing in broad daylight and having the nerve to sit here drinking tea!"
"I heard that gentleman say they even slandered and mocked the Holy Emperor!"
The shopkeeper rushed out from the kitchen, and after understanding the situation from the waiter,
he immediately said sternly, "Things have escalated to this point; I will not allow such people in my shop. Arrest them and report to the authorities!"
The three men, upon hearing this, looked even more ferocious.
Being scoundrels to begin with, upon hearing about reporting to the authorities, they immediately pulled out the concealed daggers.
"Let’s see who dares! If anyone comes near, I’ll stab you to death!" They threatened with fierce words.
One of them was very close to Bai Zhi’er, and Bai Yaoyu wanted to intervene but feared he might take the opportunity to seize his sister.
Just then, a pebble "whoosh" flew in from outside the door.
It stopped a few inches from Bai Yaoyu’s neck.
But it flew straight towards one of the thieves, hitting him squarely on the forehead.
The thief rolled his eyes and collapsed into unconsciousness, with a blood mark left by the inner-strength-infused stone on his forehead.
The remaining two accomplices were instantly startled.
Who had just acted? They hadn’t even seen!
At this moment, a shadow flickered at the door, and several Asura Envoys wearing evil ghost masks leaped inside!
Effortlessly, within the blink of an eye, they captured the three thieves.
Bai Zhi’er blinked her bright round eyes, looking towards the entrance.
Feng Fuce, cloaked in a silver large cloak, walked in with steady steps, leisurely.
He had long eyes, as sharp as glacial snow, with a touch of laziness and disdain in his brows.
"Despicable rogues, too vile to even glance at." Feng Fuce huffed coldly, flicking his wrist, "Take them away."
The remaining customers in the teahouse, seeing the Asura Envoys, were terrified, their faces pale.
The cruelty and cold-bloodedness of Marquis Wan were notorious, it was said that just a glance from him could invite mortal danger!
No one in the capital was unaware!
Even though the teahouse shopkeeper was afraid, he still forced a smile forward: "Marquis, are you here for tea?"
Feng Fuce’s eyes were cold and stern, he looked at Bai Zhi’er and raised his chin: "Looking for her."