Resurrection Match 15

Ye Zhao successfully purchased two bags of coal and tied them to a carrying pole. "Thank you, boss."

The boss bowed and scraped. "No need for thanks, no need! Consider this coal a gift, no charge!"

"That won't do. I have my principles; I never take things for free when I shouldn't." She shoved a gold ring into the boss's hand. As she left, she glanced at the group of people queuing behind her. They had already removed their nylon stockings and were behaving themselves. She made a throat-slitting gesture, hoping they understood that breaking the law cost lives.

The group shrank back, not daring to utter a word. Ye Zhao left, fully satisfied. Only after the girl with the carrying pole had walked far away did the robbers dare to show their faces. They lingered for a moment, then muttered a threat: "Hmph, just you wait!"

Ye Zhao looked back, and the man immediately covered his face and mouth, pretending he hadn't said a thing. He was terrified of being shot on the spot; a woman who carried a gun wasn't someone to be trifled with.

They were just robbers, but she was someone who would actually kill!

Ugh, why didn't the hail smash her to death? Her head is too tough. Wearing a helmet to fight the hail—isn't she afraid of a concussion?

Ye Zhao walked for a distance. Her head was indeed buzzing, but she could handle it; she was more worried about the hail soaking her coal. Although the boss had said the sacks were waterproof, there were quite a few people at the market buying coal and supplies. She walked a long way before finding a small alley where she could sneakily put her items into her Personal Space. Only then did she pick up