On Qiu Long Mountain, the stout man in fitted clothes seized the child holding a small sword. Just as he was about to use him to threaten Qu Zhigao, a yellow shadow suddenly leaped from one of the carriages. Before the man could see clearly, with a "chitter," it grabbed his face. With a shriek of pain, his skin was immediately torn open, leaving several bloody gashes. The yellow shadow did not linger. It kicked off the man's chest with both feet, turned in midair, and landed back on the carriage. Looking at its scratching, fidgeting manner, was it not Qu Zhigao's Little Monkey?
Other than the man who had been scratched, everyone else first froze, then burst into loud laughter, as though they had witnessed the funniest thing under heaven. Hearing them laugh, the monkey immediately became even more lively. It raised its crimson buttocks high and wagged them at the crowd!
The man had already been red with embarrassment. Now, mocked by everyone and toyed with by a monkey, panic surged in his heart. Looking at the child in his hand, he swung his palm and struck the child across the face. With a loud slap, the child immediately wailed, several teeth flying from his mouth as blood flowed out. The side of his face that had been struck visibly began to swell... "You..." Seeing this, Qu Zhigao flew into a rage and roared, "You brat named You, what kind of jianghu hero are you? You would actually make things difficult for a child?"
A savage expression appeared on the man's face. He grabbed the child by the neck with one hand and raised him high, saying viciously, "I don't even know how many little brats like this I've killed. Qu Zhigao, I'll let you see the consequences