Disaster Apocalypse: Farming, Family, and My Hidden Secret Space-Chapter 123. Want to kill them

Although he knows a bit of martial arts, he couldn’t even beat the boss, so how could he be a match for the cowgirl’s owner?

This person is tall and robust, not shorter than the boss, with a powerful punch. He was only bound to get beaten up and handed over his head for nothing if he went.

The most important thing is that if he goes, it would solidly prove they are a gang, making it even harder to deal with later.

Thinking of this, the thin monkey couldn’t help but retreat, eventually withdrawing into the crowd. Just as he was about to duck and drill into the crowd, a whip tightly wrapped around his neck, making him gasp painfully, and suddenly, he was lifted into the air, suffocated and rolling his eyes.

Then he heavily smashed onto the ground, following in the footsteps of their boss, almost losing consciousness from the pain, feeling as if all his bones had shattered. The whip tightened around his neck, making even breathing difficult, let alone escaping.

The crowd stared with wide eyes at the little girl by the cow cart, in a light yellow floral dress with a blue jacket over it—a delicate and fragile-looking girl. Yet, they didn’t expect that she effortlessly used a cow whip to choke an adult man into the air and slam him heavily onto the ground.

This reminded everyone of the earlier scene where the beaten man seemed to have been kicked off the cart by the little girl.

Wow... what a powerful girl!!

The crowd looked incredulously at the delicate and soft little girl.

At the same time, they also realized why the man had been kicked off the girl’s cow cart and the handkerchief on the ground.

Apparently... something was wrong.

Recalling what just happened, the crowd collectively inhaled sharply, especially those with children, who quickly pulled their kids closer.

Feeling that something was awry with the earlier incident, they realized it was deep at night, and the sky was starting to brighten softly, but it would take some more time before it was fully light. The visibility was terrible—who would recklessly walk around like this, let alone driving a cart?

Thinking of the cow cart owner who attracted attention, if... if the little girl herself wasn’t already powerful enough to resolve the danger, any other child might have been drugged and taken away.

For a moment, all eyes unintentionally fell on the white handkerchief dropped not far from the man.

It seemed that this man intended to use the handkerchief to cover the little girl’s face.

When their gaze shifted back to the little girl’s father, they no longer felt he was vicious. They even thought the force he used could be a bit heavier—kidnapping kids so brazenly, they, the onlookers, almost became accomplices.

Those with a hot temper couldn’t help but sneak up to give a kick and spit.

This one spit sparked a chain reaction. The crowd surged forward immediately, each contributing a spit.

Everyone abhors human traffickers, knowing not how many families they’ve harmed.

Given the chance to kick or spit at one, everyone couldn’t hold back.

Since it was still dark and indistinguishably who was who, there was no worry about retaliation.

Originally intending to vent more with a few kicks and punches, Hua Chengtian was pushed aside, disgusted by the spitting.

Each person spitting, it was just too disgusting—if the man weren’t unconscious, he would certainly be enraged to death.

The thin monkey man couldn’t care about the boss anymore; tightly choked by the cow whip around his neck, he felt he wouldn’t last long before meeting King Yan, his face turning bright red, struggling desperately, clawing hard, but no matter how he exerted himself, the whip around his neck remained securely fixed.

Witnessing this scene, Hua Chengtian’s eyes softened slightly, pride flashing in his eyes as he saw his daughter effortlessly restraining an adult man. He disdainfully kicked the man at his feet, moving closer to his daughter.

He kicked the unconscious, saliva-covered man to the side of the cow cart, took a rope from the cart, and tied him tightly. If casually killing were allowed, Hua Chengtian most wanted to do was twist the man’s neck.

But rationality still prevailed, knowing it was fine to vent but not to kill.

Having vented, his mood calmed somewhat; the ferocity still lingered in his eyes but was under control. He instinctively tied the bonds tightly, hoping they were so secure that they could cripple the hands and feet.

Kicking the man to the wheel and approaching the child, he reached out to take the cow whip from his daughter. With a slight flick, the cow whip coiling the thin monkey’s neck loosened as if triggered, and as he tried to take a deep breath, a sharp pain shot through his abdomen, doubling him over with his hands clutching his stomach, feeling like he would die from the pain the next second.

He was kicked heavily in the stomach.

Hua Chengtian looked expressionlessly at the thin monkey on the ground, unable to even speak from the pain, his eyes once again shadowy.

Feeling that something was off with the thin monkey earlier, thinking it rare for someone to meddle so eagerly—it turned out to be truly suspicious.

This kick Hua Chengtian did not hold back on; daring to target his daughter meant being prepared to bear his wrath.

The thin monkey, in excruciating pain, his face flushed like a boiled duck, gasping with bulging neck veins.

Still unsatisfied, Hua Chengtian went up and punched him a few more times until he resembled the previous man, beaten beyond recognition, before stopping.

Without further ado, he took the rope his daughter had prepared, tied the man up tightly, picked up two twigs to lift the cloth soaked in the apparent Knockout Drug with oiled paper, ensuring it could be evidence against them.

As for the person who picked a fight and tried blackmailing, Hua Chengtian had noticed they were no longer around while tying people up.

The onlookers were now aware of the cow cart owner’s ruthlessness and saw the two securely tied on the ground. Not a single person spoke, and some even quietly slipped away, afraid of getting involved.

However, a few brave ones, looking at the two with swollen faces and faded consciousness, couldn’t help but ask kindly, mainly worried that the cow cart owner might act rashly and do something wrong.

"Brother, what do you plan to do with these two? Listen to an old man’s advice: it’s not worth making a mistake over these scoundrels. The authorities aren’t far from here in the north; why not turn them in? With the evidence, the authorities would surely punish them appropriately."

A middle-aged uncle spoke, appearing somewhat older than Hua Chengtian. Though well-meaning, he showed a hint of timidity due to the violence and the target.

Hua Chengtian could naturally sense the well-intentioned intervention, offering a slight smile to the middle-aged man, nodding.

"Thank you, that is exactly what I intend to do."

"No, no, just glad you don’t mind my meddling." The middle-aged man quickly shook his head, nervously wiping the sweat off his forehead.