The stout man froze, staring wide-eyed at Bai Youwei. "What do you mean?"
Bai Youwei’s lips curved into a smile. She pointed to her legs. "I'm leg-disabled."
Then she pointed to his head. "You're brain-disabled."
…
The air solidified for two seconds.
The stout man angrily retorted, "How dare you insult me?!"
Bai Youwei’s smile was mocking. "It took you two seconds to realize you were insulted. Seems like your brain really isn't working well."
"Damn it!" The stout man rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward. "You brat, you're asking for a beating!"
Shen Mo and Tan Xiao shielded Bai Youwei, while Teacher Cheng cautiously moved the wheelchair backward.
At the same time, the stout man's companion grabbed his arm.
"Lü Ang, forget it." The man frowned, glancing at Shen Mo's group. His voice was low. "Don't cause any more trouble. Just exchange the items and leave."
The woman in red was even more arrogant, her disdain practically etched onto her face. "This kind of little white lotus who relies on men to survive will be dead in a few days anyway. Why bother getting angry with her?"
"Tsk! Are you from a single-parent family? Did your dad never raise you?" Bai Youwei sneered. "Not relying on a man to survive, how impressive!"
The woman in red instantly flew into a rage, pulling a gun from her waist!
"Su Man!" the man beside her snapped.
Bai Youwei smiled and unhurriedly pulled a toy gun from her bag. "I have one too. Want to see whose is more powerful?"
No one believed she was holding a toy.
Those who had survived until now all had a few life-saving props.
The two sides faced off.
Shen Mo’s group seemed to have more people, but the other side was strong and sturdy. With Bai Youwei and Cheng Weicai, one disabled and one elderly, their side appeared slightly weaker.
Bai Youwei took one prop after another from her bag, her voice languid. "I have so many props I can't use them all. Carrying them around every day is a nuisance. It's just right to try them out today…"
Everyone: "…"
Shen Mo looked down at her. "Put them away."
Bai Youwei was unhappy, puffing out her cheeks. "What? Do you think I'm wasting them?"
Shen Mo: "I'm afraid you'll hurt yourself by accident."
"…" Bai Youwei picked through the pile of props, putting them back into her bag one by one, but the toy gun remained in her hand.
Of course, the toy gun's attack power was generally weak, only making people uncontrollably want to run, but… since the other side didn't know the prop's true purpose, she wanted to gamble.
When she saw the apprehension on the faces of the three people opposite her, she knew she had won the bet.
"We have no hostile intentions." The man at the front glanced at Bai Youwei, his gaze finally settling on Shen Mo. "We also have props, but in this situation, I don't think anyone needs to waste them on a few verbal disputes, right?"
"Verbal disputes?" Bai Youwei laughed. "One of you called me disabled and rolled up your sleeves to teach me a lesson, the other called me a white lotus and almost put a hole in me. Please get it straight, how is this even considered a verbal dispute? Who started it?!"
"…" Shen Mo looked at her again. "Don't swear."
Bai Youwei clung to his arm, acting aggrieved. "Brother, these bad people are bullying me! Boohoohoo…"
Tan Xiao stood at the front, holding a baseball bat, his face full of disdain. He said sternly, "We are working to save all of humanity, and what about you? So big and strong, yet bullying a little girl! Tsk, scum of society!"
The three people opposite them: "…"
What the heck, have they encountered lunatics?!