Lure the Tiger Out of the Mountain

"Hey, you damn Ashu, you're talking such discouraging words before the mission has even begun!"

"If King Pilaf finds out, he'll definitely hang you up and whip you severely!"

Xiao Wu couldn't help but imagine the scene of Pilaf whipping this stinky dog's head, and a shiver ran down her spine.

Ashu's anus tightened even further, and he instinctively shivered.

"Stop talking!"

Ashu urgently ended the brief conversation and decisively took out a time bomb from his backpack.

"I'll set the time first, then contact King Pilaf to report! We'll send them on their way precisely at 8 PM tonight!"

A cruel smile hung on his lips as he began to get busy.

When the moon was high in the trees and all was silent, the lurking duo began their operation.

Xiao Wu was responsible for keeping watch for the ninja Ashu. He began to bypass Ribut, who was sleeping outside the house, and carefully approached the window.

Just as he was about to stick the bomb to the wall, he suddenly noticed a pair of eyes staring intently at him from the darkness inside the glass.

Startled, he fumbled the time bomb in his hand, almost dropping it directly to the ground!

"Hoo~"

Ashu, regaining his composure, let out a long sigh and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, only to freeze in place.

He looked at his right hand in horror. The bomb he had instinctively reached for was now firmly stuck to his hand, no matter how he shook it, it wouldn't come off!

Ashu started to get anxious, almost letting out a "boom!"

Just then, Xiao Wu, who was keeping watch, began frantically signaling him to retreat.

Helpless, he had no choice but to carefully withdraw.

After the two retreated to a safe distance, two sneaky figures in the distance gradually approached Bulma's Capsule House.

"Young Master Yamcha, are we really going in?"

Thinking of how miserable Young Master Yamcha looked during the day, Puar was terrified.

Fortunately, they saw him as a cat person and didn't bother him, otherwise, he wouldn't have Yamcha's terrifying defensive power.

He felt that if that terrifying demon punched him, he would basically be able to go down and make friends with King Yama.

Yamcha clenched his fists tightly upon hearing Puar's hesitant words!

"Puar! Failure is not terrifying, what's terrifying is losing the courage to face it again!"

"What's more, that was all the property we had! If we don't find a way to get it back, we'll be drinking the northwest wind for food in less than half a month!"

Speaking of which, it was his own fault for being too unrestrained. Although the Evil Desert was desolate before, it wasn't as if no merchant caravans passed through.

But he never held back when he robbed. Others just collected a toll, and merchants would return if there was profit to be made.

He, on the other hand, a fledgling bandit kid, thought that being a thief only required strength. After starting out, he drove away the bandits who originally occupied the area and started this business with no capital.

It was just a pity that he never knew how to hold back. Although he didn't kill anyone, he extorted everything clean every time a merchant caravan or traveler passed by. So, by the time his reputation as a desert bandit spread, basically no one traveled through here anymore.

His method of "draining the pond to catch all the fish" and "killing the chicken to get the eggs" didn't show any drawbacks at first. After all, the supplies and wealth he plundered were generally enough to satisfy his martial arts training needs.

The rest was enough for Puar to enjoy and squander.

It was just a pity that all these things were now robbed away. The mountain of sitting and eating away wealth had been moved away, and they could no longer survive here.

"Hey, Puar, go transform into that boy with the stick and lure out the person who beat us. I'll go inside and look for the capsules!"

Since a frontal assault was impossible, Yamcha could only try to outsmart him. This was his last resort.

Although they had discussed this before coming, Puar hesitated when it came down to it. He was really scared.

But looking at Young Master's eager eyes, he couldn't utter a single word of refusal.

Helplessly, he could only reluctantly shout, "Transform!"

With a "BOOM," a Big Head Goku wearing dark blue coarse cloth clothes appeared out of thin air.

Yamcha looked him over with a strange expression. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed a bit fake.

However, it was so dark now, and only the moon was emitting some light in the sky. There shouldn't be any problems.

"Good luck, our fortune depends on you!"

Before Puar set off, Yamcha didn't forget to cheer him on.

"Really, why didn't you come!"

Puar muttered, and finally chose to move forward.

When he quietly bypassed Ribut again and gently turned the doorknob to enter the house, he found that it was already brightly lit inside.

Son Gohan was sitting quietly in the living room, clearly cultivating his inner peace.

For nearly two years, he had been using meditation to replace sleep.

His mind was far from as clear as Son Goku's, and he needed to constantly clear away various distracting thoughts.

He had already sensed it when the kobold Ash was preparing to plant the bomb. The owner of the eyes behind the dark window was him.

And even from the moment they set up camp, he had been on guard, essentially keeping watch for everyone here.

As a cultivator, his five senses far surpassed those of ordinary people. Actions that had been stealthy and silent to the trackers were incredibly noisy to his ears!

"Yo, Wukong, back from outside?"

A smile played on his lips as Son Gohan slowly stood up.

"Ahaha, I, I just went out to pee!"

"Ah, right, pee!"

Puar, disguised as Son Goku, replied with a numb scalp, trembling and almost collapsing to the ground.

Fortunately, he hadn't forgotten his current disguise.

"Oh, is that so?"

Son Gohan chuckled and took a few steps forward, reaching him.

"Let's go, we should get to bed too. We have to wake up early to train tomorrow!"

As he spoke, he used his height advantage to tuck "Son Goku" under his arm and walked towards the bedroom nearby...

A long while later, just as Yamcha outside was growing impatient, the door of the Capsule House finally creaked open a sliver, and a small figure slipped out.

"Young Master, it's done, run!"

Puar eagerly raised his little hand, signaling that his mission was complete and urging Yamcha to get in the vehicle and leave quickly.

"I knew you could do it!"

Yamcha exclaimed in a hushed voice, quickly grabbing Puar and retreating. Now that they had succeeded, what if they were caught again if they didn't run?

In no time, the two were on a Flying Motorcycle, speeding back to their hideout.

However, what Yamcha didn't notice was that Puar, who was clinging tightly to him, was, for some unknown reason, wearing a strange smile at that moment!