The Lucky Farmgirl
Chapter 242 - 231: Chaos

Chapter 242: Chapter 231: Chaos

This thing isn’t a close-range self-defense device?

"Eldest brother!" The other two were startled, and one of them subconsciously reached out to flip over the person on the ground. Soaked through, the special conductive chip he had set up discharged electricity again in an instant, and he felt an electric current piercing his hand in an instant. He subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but the electric shock was too great. His mind went blank in an instant, and with a smack, he too collapsed onto the ground.

The last man was completely stunned, his hand trembling slightly as he held the sword, and he watched the crowd warily.

The villagers, who had just climbed up from the ground and knew nothing of what had happened, were also dumbfounded as they watched them. Then, they all turned their gaze towards Junior Ms. Qian.

The scene was too chaotic; apart from Bai Shanbao, no one knew that Manbao had thrown a dark object into the middle of the fray and that it had been caught by one of them.

All they knew was that the two men had trembled a bit after Junior Ms. Qian splashed hot water on them before they fell to the ground.

Under such gazes, Junior Ms. Qian couldn’t help taking a step back and shielded herself with a wooden bucket, her voice fierce yet nervous: "You were the ones who hit my man first!"

The only fake official who hadn’t fallen to the ground: ...

Zhou Dalang on the ground, still unable to get up: ...

The villagers: ...

Manbao felt the man’s gaze was too fierce, and she was a bit scared. So, very cowardly, she hid behind Bai Shanbao.

Bai Shanbao was also quite cowardly and wanted to hide behind Manbao, but he was taller than her, which obviously wasn’t possible, so he hid behind the nearest adult.

Manbao followed suit and hid there too.

That adult took a quick glance down and then turned his head back to the situation, but after a moment he realized something and looked down stiffly again.

Bai Shanbao and Manbao also raised their heads to look at him. The village head’s hand trembled slightly, ready to pick the two children up and bring them back, but a voice came from within the courtyard, "Aren’t you going to surrender yet?"

The village head couldn’t help turning to look and saw Mr. Zhuang, who had already stood at the front, his face calm as he stared at the only man still standing.

He said, "You’re a fake!"

As soon as this statement was made, the somewhat panicked villagers calmed down, watching him with predator eyes.

The man let out a loud laugh, his hand gripping the sword not relaxing in the least and said, "Fake? I’ve been an official for many years, and this is the first time someone has called me a fake! Do you dare to kill a court-appointed official, do you dare?"

The villagers involuntarily stepped back at his bellowing, and Old Zhou’s hand also began to tremble slightly, but Mr. Zhuang remained unmoved. His expression resolute and certain, he said, "You are all fakes!"

Although their purpose was unknown, now that things had come to this, they should be considered as such!

Manbao was complaining to Keke in her mind, "Why didn’t it shock that person too?"

"No contact, can’t shock," Keke paused before answering, "Actually, according to common sense, an electric shock baton is designed to discharge continuously, but will automatically cut off the power once it detects that the person has fainted, only discharging again when another living entity comes into contact. So you need to make him touch those two people, or take out the electric shock baton and throw it again,"

Manbao then peered out from behind the village head and called, "Hey, aren’t you going to help your friend who fainted?"

At this moment, there was silence in the courtyard, and when Manbao spoke, everyone glanced at her, then turned their heads to look at the man in the center.

The man sneered, he wasn’t stupid; Two had fainted after touching Eldest, and although he didn’t understand why they had fainted, he knew he shouldn’t touch them.

He couldn’t even afford to care about them anymore; he had to escape to send out the message.

Wary, he scanned his surroundings and inched his way toward the courtyard wall. Because he held a sword and was known to be skilled, the villagers did not dare to rashly rush toward him, instead moving back slowly.

Bai Shanbao rolled his eyes at Manbao when she shouted and whispered, "You’re really dumb, isn’t he? How could he listen to you?"

"Then what do we do?"

Bai Shanbao’s eyes rolled as he asked, "So he just needs to touch them, right?"

Manbao said unsurely, "I guess."

Bai Shanbao had an idea and pulled her along, "Come with me."

The two children ran to the door. Datou, who was peering out, opened it for them. Before he could speak, Bai Shanbao asked him for a slingshot, "I saw you had one, your Fourth Uncle made it for you."

"That’s only for shooting birds, not people," he replied.

"It’ll work, just listen to me," Bai Shanbao said as he led them away discreetly, and Ms. He, watching from the side, was bewildered: ...

Was she being treated as if she didn’t exist?

But seeing that they didn’t come near and instead hid under the corridor, she hesitated for a moment and didn’t stop them.

Bai Shanbao said, "We’ll shoot at his face in a moment. Manbao, the rest is up to you. You know what to do, right?"

Manbao nodded vigorously, "I do!"

Bai Shanbao took a slingshot of his own, and Zhou Liulang, from out of nowhere, also produced one.

Four pebbles shot suddenly toward the man’s head. He didn’t dare to catch them and knocked them away, but soon, countless little stones began to pelt his head and body.

The kids perched on top of the courtyard wall had seen what was happening and immediately joined in the barrage.

People outside the courtyard began collecting pebbles for them. Not very large, but still painful when thrown.

However, their aim was not always accurate, and soon the yard was abuzz with complaints, "You rotten kid, you hit me."

"Stop throwing, stop it! The stones he’s blocking are hitting me."

"Turn your back, dummy."

"Quick, hit his legs with a stick."

Manbao was also shouting, "Quick, hit his legs, make him fall on those two guys. Hurry, hurry..."

Zhou Sanlang heard her and swung a stick at the man’s legs. Although there were many flying pebbles and he couldn’t block them all, he could still dodge a stick.

He dodged it.

The villagers, seeing this, all helped out with their sticks. But with no training, their swings were a mess, failing to hit the man’s legs but instead getting tangled in a chaotic mix, so much so that it was difficult to separate them again.

Seizing the moment, the man stepped on the sticks and vaulted over their heads. Some villagers tried to mimic Zhou Dalang and reach out to pull him down, but he was prepared, and they failed to catch him.

As the man leapt onto the rooftop and was about to run away, Daji, who appeared out of nowhere beside Ms. Liu, also leapt up, landing on the Zhou Family’s rooftop and began to tangle with the man.

The villagers watched from below, shouting in awe; they’d never seen a fight like this before.

Manbao and Bai Shanbao, seeing it for the first time too, were excited and ran along with the man on the rooftop to the neighboring small courtyard, craning their necks to watch.

The villagers followed suit, all carrying wooden sticks, running back and forth. After two trips, they realized that running around didn’t help much. With that thought, they stood still to cheer and encourage Daji on the rooftop.