Bai Junjun’s archery skills were exceptional, and Xiao Chan certainly knew, since after all, Bai Junjun had single-handedly shot dead 30 bandits from Mighty Hall.
She became famous after that battle; no one didn’t recognize the little apprentice from Doctor Qiu’s family.
Now Bai Junjun had revealed a skill that Xiao Chan had never seen before.
It turned out that not only was Miss Junjun proficient with her bow, but she was also very good with a whip.
Of course, what was even more impressive than her whip skills was her incredible strength.
The opponent was a strong, sturdy guy, and yet she handled him with ease as if she was wielding an empty whip.
Bai Junjun smashed him underfoot, disoriented and sprawling, while the sharp Vermilion Demon pressed against his neck.
"Answer my questions honestly, and I might spare your life. If there is any concealment or trickery, I will turn you into a corpse just like them," she said.
Black Eight nodded like a pounding garlic, his face screaming: I’m scared of dying, I’ll cooperate very much.
Seeing his cooperation, Bai Junjun lightened her grip and said indifferently, "Where did the rest go?"
Black Eight must have guessed the caliber of these two and said with a mournful face, "I honestly do not know, young warriors. That night suddenly some people came causing trouble, everyone saw it was a bad situation, and all escaped. The world is vast, and everyone has legs, I really don’t know where they’ve gone."
Bai Junjun raised an eyebrow, "Really don’t know?"
"I truly don’t," Black Eight cried out, wishing he knew; if he did, would he still be fighting alone here? He would have regrouped with the main force long ago.
After all, there’s strength in numbers, and he wouldn’t have been caught off guard and overwhelmed like now.
Bai Junjun saw his shifty eyes and knew this guy was cunning, tightening her grip on the Vermilion Demon.
"How do you usually keep in touch then? There must be some system in place?" she asked.
Black Eight was dumbfounded, unsure whether to speak or not.
"Speak, and I can give you a chance to redeem yourself. If not, I won’t be so kind," she said.
Bai Junjun glanced at the sky, "Hurry, I’ll give you five seconds to decide."
The ancients were not accustomed to the idea of counting seconds, and at first, Black Eight did not understand what Bai Junjun meant, until Xiao Chan began to count down from five, reaching two before the man finally caught on.
His eyes widened in panic, "I’ll speak! We all have Flaming Meteors. Just launching a Flaming Meteor, and others who see it will come rushing over."
Bai Junjun’s eyebrows twitched, clearly puzzled by this so-called Flaming Meteor.
Xiao Chan, always quick-witted, leaned in and whispered, "Flaming Meteor isn’t that mysterious, it’s quite similar to a beacon fire, just smaller and portable, triggering it shoots it into the sky emitting a considerable amount of smoke, and acts as a signal for mutual contact."
Now Bai Junjun understood, she looked at the defeated bandit, "Where is your beacon smoke?
As she spoke, her eyes looked towards the bulging pouch on the man’s waist.
Xiao Chan didn’t wait for him to respond, she stepped forward and yanked the pouch off.
Opening it, inside were many Bamboo Tubes, hefty as if they contained a lot of powder.
Xiao Chan handed them to Bai Junjun, "Miss Junjun, this is the Flaming Meteor."
Bai Junjun looked at these Bamboo Tubes intrigued, she questioned Black Eight, "Why didn’t you use it just now?"