Su Qiao wore an expression of exasperation and strode over. "Let go!"
"It's that fat girl from the Su family."
One of the children on the outskirts recognized Su Qiao.
Goudan said resentfully, "She's here, so be it. Today, we'll definitely teach this little brat a good lesson."
"I told you to let go. Didn't you hear me?"
Su Qiao was furious. She picked up an arm-thick wooden stick from the ground and split it apart with one palm. "Whoever dares to make another move will end up like this stick!"
As she spoke, she struck again, shaving off another section of the stick. It looked as though it had been cut by a knife, the cross-section perfectly smooth.
Hmph. If her opponents hadn't been a few little brats, making it a case of an adult bullying children, she would really have given them a proper lesson.
"It... It broke..."
Something that thick had been split apart with one palm. If it were their hands and legs instead...
"Run!"
"Mom, help!"
The seven or eight children turned pale with fright and fled in panic.
Little Haozi crawled up from the ground and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
"Ptooey! Goudan, you son of a bitch! If you've got the guts, don't run! Come out tomorrow, and I'll beat you up again!"
"What are you still cursing about? Just look at the state you're in. You got beaten up like this, yet you still have the nerve to act tough!"
Su Qiao grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up before walking away.
"Day in and day out, I only ever see you at mealtimes. The rest of the time, you're nowhere to be found. And the moment you do show up, I find you picking fights with people."