A gang of vicious-looking bandits quietly approached the Thatched Hut.
"Boss, it's right ahead. I heard there's only an old man and a little kid here!"
The bandit who appeared to be their leader smiled cruelly. "Poor folks like them won't have any money worth robbing, but that little kid can be sold to some wealthy family in the city. He can do all kinds of hard labor, and he can also..."
The other bandits laughed along. They knew their boss's particular tastes and did not dare approve of them openly.
Xuanzang opened his eyes. At that moment, Sun Wukong said quietly, "Master, it seems some thieves have set their sights on the old man's family. Please wait here a moment while I deal with them!"
Before Xuanzang could say anything, Sun Wukong had already rushed out of the Thatched Hut.
Several bandits entered the courtyard and seized the child who had just come out to relieve himself.
The terrified scream woke the sleeping old man.
"You thieves, let go of my grandson!"
A vicious gleam flashed in one bandit's eyes. He raised his saber, about to chop the old man to death, only for it to be blocked by a staff.
The bandit was just about to glare fiercely at his opponent when he realized the other party seemed even fiercer.
Sun Wukong was no harmless fellow. He himself had once been a demon king who ruled over an entire region.
By the time Xuanzang had tidied his clothes and stepped outside, only one bandit remained. He was kneeling on the ground, his crotch soaked through.
Sun Wukong raised his staff high, ready to finish the last bit of cleanup.
"Wukong, wait! Leave this one for your master!"
Hearing Xuanzang shout from behind him, Sun Wukong wanted to stop