After Descending the Mountain, Seven Big Brothers Spoil Me - Chapter 1192

Chapter 1192: The First Test, Failed

Zhouzhou hadn’t expected them to be so ruthless. Not only did they prevent her from calculating the whereabouts of her father and the others, but they also nullified her talismans. This was too unfair! She was genuinely angry now!

Looking at the group of people in front of her, Zhouzhou smiled faintly and said, “You must have heard of my name. Well…” She paused mid-sentence, her figure suddenly darting forward like lightning.

In an instant, she reached one of them, grabbed his wrist, and fired two shots at Cyril’s wrist. She then twisted and killed the man with a single shot, taking his gun. The others finally reacted and started shooting at Zhouzhou. However, she was faster. Using the corpse as a shield with one hand, she fired several shots with the other, neutralizing them all.

Cyril, clutching his injured hand and hiding in the corner, watched with wide eyes.

Her technique, speed, and agility reminded him of someone. The thought had barely formed when he dismissed it himself. Impossible, absolutely impossible.

She was so young, probably not even an adult yet. It couldn’t be her.

After dealing with everyone, Zhouzhou casually tossed the corpse, now riddled with bullets, to the side. She then turned to Cyril, smiled, and two dimples appeared on her face, making her look innocent and adorable.

However, her next words caused Cyril’s face to pale dramatically. She said, “Oh right, I didn’t finish what I was saying earlier. My name is Fugui.”

It really was her! Cyril’s eyes widened in shock. His face was now filled with fear, and he instinctively tried to retreat, unable to even consider fighting back.

Fugui was a legendary figure, someone everyone in their circle feared. Her actions just now had proven it. Moreover, with his arm now useless, he couldn’t hold a gun, let alone fight her. His only option was to run. Or so he thought.

Just as he was about to reach the door, thinking he could escape, a pebble struck his knee, causing him to collapse with a thud. Zhouzhou walked up to him, lifted him by the collar, and said with a look of disdain, “You actually thought you could harm my uncle? And demand a ransom from us?”

Hearing this, Cyril was terrified and quickly replied, “I’m sorry, I won’t take your money!”

However, Zhouzhou frowned and said, “Apology accepted, but I don’t agree with your second sentence.”

Cyril was confused for a moment before realizing what she meant—the ransom. He thought he had misheard and cautiously asked, “So, you mean I should still take the ransom?”

As he spoke, he trembled, extending his bloodied arm, thinking he must be dreaming. How could such good fortune fall upon him?

The next second, Zhouzhou slapped his hand, right on the wound, jolting him back to reality. She looked at him as if he were foolish and said, “What are you thinking? I meant that if anyone asks, you should say you took the money.”

Wasn’t that the same thing? Cyril was both bewildered and wronged, unsure of her intentions. Xi Mo, however, understood immediately.

He coughed weakly and said, “Zhouzhou, keeping that money is embezzlement.”

“Nonsense!” Zhouzhou said sternly, “Mr. Qi gave it to me personally. I didn’t embezzle anything.”

She had merely pocketed it.

Besides…

Her eyes rolled as she took out her phone and snapped several photos of him in his current state. “Uncle, you’ll be my witness. Otherwise, I’ll release these photos,” she threatened.

Xi Mo was speechless. It was too humiliating. If these photos ever got out, he would never be able to hold his head up high again. He fell silent, not wanting to say anything further.

Seeing his compliance, Zhouzhou smiled, her gaze unconsciously sweeping towards the sky for a moment, her smile deepening before quickly fading. She turned to Cyril and slapped him again, “Do you understand?”

He didn’t, but he didn’t dare say so. He was afraid of another blow.

She was too violent!

Ignoring his confusion, Zhouzhou humphed and took out his phone. “Hurry up and call. Tell them you got the ransom and let the people go,” she ordered.

Cyril didn’t understand why she was doing this, but he obediently relayed the message to Qi Yue. As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit on the head again. Looking up, he saw Zhouzhou scowling at him, mouthing the words, “Be fierce.”

He didn’t sound like a kidnapper at all. Cyril quickly repeated the message in a more menacing tone: “You were smart to cooperate. I got the money and let the people go. Be careful in the future. Stay away from me whenever I appear, or next time, it won’t be so simple.” He added the last part on his own, glancing nervously at Zhouzhou to see if she would strike again. When she didn’t, he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, he was filled with regret. He had thought this was a stroke of good luck, but it turned out to be anything but. In reality, it was more like a disaster! In truth, with his strength, he would definitely not be a match for Xi Mo and the others.

When he heard they were coming, he had planned to flee. But for some reason, they were struck by lightning and collapsed. This was Xi Mo, the legendary soldier from Hua Country, who had killed countless enemies. Capturing him would have made his name famous. With such a good opportunity, he couldn’t let it slip away, which led to what happened next.

He tried to take advantage of the situation to make some money by demanding a ransom. But instead of the ransom, he got a demon!

Cyril was on the verge of tears. If he had known, he would have run away. He now strongly suspected that it was all a setup! Didn’t he see Zhouzhou already starting to loot his possessions?

Following the principle of not leaving anything behind for the enemy, Zhouzhou took out a bag and began stuffing it with everything she could find. She didn’t even spare a chair! In comparison, Cyril felt they had been quite kind. He stood trembling on the side, too scared to say anything.

After taking everything, Zhouzhou finally stopped and looked around with a hint of disdain. “How do you manage your affairs? There’s not a single good thing here,” she muttered. Cyril felt wronged but dared not speak.

Zhouzhou didn’t really care; she was just speaking offhandedly. She helped Xi Mo and the others stand up, checked their pulses to make sure they were fine, and then breathed a sigh of relief. Her eyes lingered on his slightly charred hair, and she pursed her lips, a hint of anger flashing in her eyes before quickly disappearing.

She helped Xi Mo stand and said, “Uncle, let’s go home.”

Then, as if remembering something, she turned to Cyril and smiled. Cyril’s instincts told him something was wrong. The next second, Zhouzhou grabbed him and threw him into the neighboring yard, which belonged to a local thug. It was over… completely over…

Ignoring his miserable screams, she thought he deserved this fate after all the evil he had done over the years. As she helped Xi Mo step out the door, the Divine Thunder drifted above her head.

“You failed,” it said.

Hearing this, Zhouzhou curled her lips and tilted her head, looking at it. “Mr. Divine Thunder, are you sure?”