Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life-Chapter 360 - 357: Capture the Leader to Catch the Thieves

Chapter 360: Chapter 357: Capture the Leader to Catch the Thieves

Fu Ergou finished his harsh words and immediately waved his hand, ordering his men to attack.

Kun Lun lifted a small thug who rushed at him and threw him towards the crowd, knocking many down.

It was clear that Kun Lun’s fighting style was one of pure brute force, overwhelming all others. Even if he had some martial arts moves, it was just basic and straightforward, yet extremely effective, as if O’Neal stormed into the land of dwarves, completely overpowering them at will.

As for the Daoists, they fought in a more methodical manner, either using sword hilts or horsetail whisks to strike the approaching thugs, leaving them reeling in all directions.

Though the Daoists spoke harshly, they were quite soft in action, with no intention to kill, only beating their opponents until they couldn’t fight back.

Compared to Kun Lun’s bold and vigorous style, knocking out teeth or breaking bones with every punch, the Daoists seemed to be going easy.

Kun Lun was genuinely killing without considering consequences. To him, Lin Wanwan was the heavens, the light, the everything, and anyone threatening her safety had to die.

As for whether there would be trouble after killing people, this was not something his simple mind considered—he merely followed his master’s orders.

As a result, despite being alone, Kun Lun intimidated the thugs enough that they didn’t dare to swarm him, instead surrounding and fighting the Daoists.

Everyone has an instinct to avoid danger and seek benefits. Kun Lun was as brutal as a human weapon, naturally intimidating the thugs.

Amidst the chaos, Fu Ergou grinned wickedly and rushed towards Lin Wanwan and Hua Nong who were hiding in the warehouse. Kun Lun, entangled by a group of men, didn’t notice someone slipping through.

But just as Fu Ergou reached Lin Wanwan, he suddenly found himself airborne, then a sharp pain spread through his body. After crashing into two or three people, he clutched his deformed chest, utterly in disbelief.

Lin Wanwan slowly retracted her foot, beckoning provocatively at Fu Ergou with a cold gaze.

Facing such opponents, Lin Wanwan felt like she could take on ten of them at once.

She already had a foundation in Sanda, and after a powerful transformation through time-travel, her strength was now unmatched even by Kun Lun, estimated to be equivalent to that of a tiger.

The group of bandits in front of her were just ordinary humans, with martial arts skills that were quite mediocre.

Fu Ergou was helped up by his men. Just as he opened his mouth to curse, a silk shoe flew right at him, sending his face sideways, knocking his teeth in all directions, and instantly deforming his jaw, a torrent of blood gushing out—it was Lin Wanwan rushing in to deliver a powerful kick.

This thug with lustful intentions dared to target even a Secondary Fifth Rank Village Lady like her; one could imagine what he would do to ordinary civilians.

Such a scoundrel deserved no mercy, and Lin Wanwan felt no psychological burden in beating him.

In modern times, she had restrained herself for fear of lawsuits, even when dealing with such scum, like those she fought on the Bund last year.

But here in the Great Tang, she was a Village Lady, facing a group of villainous bandits intent on killing her, why should she hold back?

The government, even the County Magistrate, couldn’t do anything to her, and would likely side with her, given they were of the same social class; and in the martial world, it was about who was more ruthless.

Without external constraints, a person’s inner evil thoughts can magnify.

Lin Wanwan usually refrained from acting because it wasn’t necessary.

Now that they had come to kill her, she was not the type to turn the other cheek. In modern times, she could break a thief’s arm without a second thought; in ancient times, she found even fewer reasons to hesitate, acting when needed.

Why would I, who can travel through time, fear a bully?

Fu Ergou couldn’t even scream in pain, quickly reduced to a punching bag by Lin Wanwan, whose eyes had turned icy cold.

The melee crowd suddenly began to stop fighting, and the standing thugs, seeing their leader dead, fled in panic, no longer daring to fight.

On a battlefield, once the leader is decapitated, the soldiers beneath him lose their fighting spirit, scattering in rebellion, let alone a ragtag gang like this.

With Fu Ergou dead, if they didn’t escape quickly, they’d have to wait until things settled down to reclaim territory.

Lin Wanwan pulled out a handkerchief and vigorously wiped the blood off her hands, feeling a bit uneasy inside, but no expression showed on her face.

In this battle, Lin Wanwan’s side won decisively. None of the Daoists who arrived to help were injured, at most receiving a few insignificant external injuries.

The leading middle-aged Daoist approached Lin Wanwan, bowed, and said, "Village Lady, this impoverished Daoist pays his respects."

Lin Wanwan calmly returned the greeting and said, "Thank you Daoist for coming to aid us, driving away these bullies."

"Seeing injustice on the road and helping with a sword is what this poor Daoist ought to do."

Lin Wanwan admired the Daoist’s skill in lying with a straight face but merely smiled without responding.

The middle-aged Daoist didn’t say much more, directly calling his companions to handle the aftermath.

The laborers who had retreated far away at the start of the melee now gathered around, gazing at the lifeless bodies left behind by the thugs, frightened to their core.

The Daoists, though silent, began searching for large stones and hemp ropes, obviously intending to sink the bodies in the sea. In a seaside killing, if not thrown into the sea to feed the fish, where else could they dispose of them?

Indeed, nobles don’t treat lives as precious, even the seemingly gentle and kind immortals and Daoists are the same.

"Did you all see?" Lin Wanwan asked the surrounding laborers indifferently.

Under her gaze, the laborers retreated one by one, shaking their heads vehemently and answering in unison, "No, we didn’t see anything."

Lin Wanwan turned to Hua Nong, who had been terrified and pale by the fighting, and waved at her from inside the warehouse. Earlier, when Lin Wanwan acted, she had pushed Hua Nong inside, instructing her to hide behind the warehouse door and not come out.

For a female slave like Hua Nong, without any combat power, coming out would only increase casualties on their side, and Lin Wanwan naturally wouldn’t let her take the risk. In Lin Wanwan’s mind, the lives of a group of bullying bandits were not worth even a single hand of her people.

"Let’s go, we’ll head to the ship first and have Kun Lun and the Daoists oversee the laborers moving the goods."

"Yes."

The crew on the ship were people from the Yangzhou Shipyard who delivered the ship. Lin Wanwan needed them to sail the ship back to Mao County. The crew naturally had no objections, as long as they were paid well, they didn’t fear doing extra work.

Once the Daoists’ horses carried away sacks filled with twenty bolts of cloth and about twenty pounds (using the Great Tang’s weight measures) of pepper, only the salty sea breeze remained at the scene, with even the bloodstains cleaned up thoroughly by the Daoists using sea water.

The laborers began entering the warehouse, shouldering bags of goods, and under Kun Lun’s watchful gaze, faithfully carrying out their transporting tasks.

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