Elder brother's garrison

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Looking from afar.

Against the backdrop of vendors on both sides loudly hawking their wares to passersby, the small vendor wearing a straw hat remained in the same posture as when Xiaobai and the others left. She rested her head on her hand, quiet and still. The few red banknotes Missouri had given her earlier lay motionless in a small white bowl beside her, weighed down by a few colorful pebbles.

He looks more like a vendor owner than a shopkeeper.

He was more like a little beggar who didn't want to reveal his life.

Pedestrians occasionally glance at the stall owner as they pass by, but not everyone in the world is a busybody. The stall owner covers his face and body, and after a surprised look at the stall owner's unconventional appearance, ninety-nine percent of the pedestrians simply ignore him as a passerby in their lives.

Among the hurried passersby, some cast curious glances at the small bowl of money in front of the stall owner, seemingly wondering which uncultured tourists would patronize such a shabby stall.

In the dense crowd, a pair of thin hands, taking advantage of the stall owner's inattention, quickly reached for the small bowl next to the stall owner.

"Hey!! Thief!!" Xiao Bai and the others who were rushing towards the stall owner were faster than the hand. Saratoga shouted angrily with a strong voice, which instantly spread throughout the entire street like the roar of a lioness.

The pedestrians on the street were startled by Saratoga's voice, and the noisy atmosphere paused.

The thin arm that was reaching for the money bowl next to the stall owner trembled involuntarily at Saratoga's shout, then withdrew as if it had been touched by fire, disappearing into the crowd.

The crowd continued to surge.

About ten seconds later.

Suddenly, a sinister voice rang out from the crowd around Xiaobai and his group: "You damned woman, minding your own business."

The sound was very low and faint.

It was like a splash of water that suddenly appeared in the crowd, gone in an instant.

When everyone turned to look again, they only saw a group of hurried pedestrians; they could no longer see any gloomy figures.

Although Xiaobai is quite skilled at finding things like deep-sea creatures and ship girls, even she couldn't find a stranger who had just spoken ill of her on a crowded street.

"Huh?!" Saratoga's face puffed up with anger. "Who? Step forward!"

“Senior Saratoga, that must have been a thief. Those shady characters wouldn’t show their faces at a time like this.” Missouri smiled and reached out to pat Saratoga’s chest. “Senior Saratoga, your status is far more noble and pure than his, so please don’t get angry with such a scoundrel.”

"I... um..."

Saratoga frowned, stammering for a long time, her pretty face full of displeasure as if she had been thwarted.

Missouri's point is indeed valid.

But Saratoga has a temper; if someone insults her, she'll fight back; if someone beats her up, she'll retaliate. She's wronged when she's wronged, especially now that she's doing a good deed and has been disgusted by bad people, which makes her feel even worse.

"Saratoga, you did a great job this time." Little White grasped Saratoga's hand and said apologetically, "Um... I, I'll be more careful next time, and I won't let people run away so easily after insulting you... I'm sorry..."

Saratoga watched as Little White held her hand apologetically and muttered something. She blinked, and for some reason, all her anger suddenly vanished.

"Little White! Hehe!" Saratoga hugged Little White's head and rubbed it hard against his chest.

The group quickly forgot the unpleasantness from earlier and rushed to the stalls.

That said, this stall owner is really interesting.

Not only did she not notice someone trying to steal her money, but she remained motionless even when Saratoga shouted "Stop thief!"

"Hello, stall owner. Do you remember us?"

Xiao Bai walked up to the stall and whispered to the stall owner, "We bought some stones from you a few hours ago... The money in your bowl was also from us—by the way, stall owner, you should watch your money carefully, your money was almost stolen right in front of you just now."

The stall owner kept his head down.

The stall owner didn't say anything.

"Uh... stall owner?" Xiaobai asked curiously.

The stall owner swayed unsteadily.

The stall owner remained silent.

"..." Xiao Bai reached out and shook his hand under the stall owner's straw hat.

The stall owner did not respond.

"Uh... this..." Xiaobai turned around and exchanged glances with her ship girls.

"Admiral, is this lady... asleep?" Changchun asked curiously, covering her mouth.

"Wow... sleeping on such a busy street... and kneeling to sleep, how thick-skinned do you have to be to do that..." Wisconsin had a "Wow, you're awesome" look on her face.

"..." Xiaobai withdrew her hand, looking helplessly at the stall owner. She glanced down at the bowl of money beside the stall owner, thought for a while, and still felt she couldn't just leave her like this. "Um, stall owner... stall owner sister? Anyway, it's not good to sleep here, you should..."

As Xiaobai spoke, he reached out and took off the stall owner's straw hat.

wow-

A head of fluffy, radiant, soft golden hair, like that of a princess, cascaded out from under a dusty straw hat.

The stall owner exposed to the group of novices.

She is a young woman with a remarkably delicate face and elegant demeanor.

Her complexion was a bit off.

It's both black and white.

"Plop" sound.

As Xiaobai took off her straw hat.

The stall owner wobbled three times like a roly-poly toy that had lost its balance, and then fell into Xiaobai's arms with a thud.

original.

She didn't fall asleep.

She fainted.

I still have a fever... Sorry, I'll just post one more day...

Chapter 1425 Purple Black Smoke

At the other end of the pedestrian street lies a normal urban area.

In this urban area, rows of dormitories and residential complexes are interspersed with commercial streets. There are even famous tourist attractions and local universities around the commercial streets. The flow of people is very dense, and it is full of elements of prosperity.

The exit of the pedestrian street.

A short figure slipped out from the bustling pedestrian street with the flow of people.

This is a male figure.

His dark baseball cap was pulled low, obscuring his face. The man was hunched over, and his thin body and limbs combined were only about half the height of an adult male.

He skillfully blended into the crowd, like a shadow cast by the sunlight, moving nimbly through the gaps in the crowd, occasionally reaching out his thin arms and nimble fingers to sneak into people's pockets and steal wallets and cell phones.

They went unnoticed by anyone along the way.

As people left the pedestrian street, the crowds began to disperse, no longer as dense as they had been. Consequently, the space available for this short figure to commit the crime also decreased significantly.

The short figure quickly patted the bulging package, and like a fish diving back to the surface, turned and disappeared into the alleyway by the roadside, vanishing into the darkness.

The short figure disappeared into the alley, twisting and turning in the maze-like alley, and finally came to a relatively spacious open space.

This open space is proof of the close yet reserved relationship between the buildings.

The stairwells are connected but not adjacent, each giving way to the others, creating a small concrete space about the size of a child playing with a ball.

As the slender figure arrived at the open space, several burly men on the railing seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Hey, shorty, how's the harvest?" The big men, seeing the baseball cap, grinned and called out to the man.

The slender figure wearing a baseball cap glanced up at the burly men in front of him. He seemed to be used to it and was not intimidated by these strong men, each of whom was three or four times his size.

"So-so." The man wearing a baseball cap walked up to the burly men, lifted his bundle, and dumped it onto the ground.

Then there was a splashing sound.

There were seven or eight wallets, some bulging and some flat, on the ground, along with three or four cell phones that were already switched off.

The man wearing a baseball cap reached up and took it off, revealing a gaunt face and gloomy eyes.

"I could have done more, but on the way I was yelled at by a group of ignorant young women, which prevented me from making a move halfway through the journey. I wasted too many opportunities." The short man muttered resentfully, his eyes filled with the venom of an eagle.

"What? Even an old hand like you gets caught by a little girl? Hahaha—" The big men burst into laughter upon hearing the short man's words.

"What's so funny?" The short man frowned deeply, shook his head, and glared at the big men in front of him. "But you guys, I'm not cooperating with you so you can laugh at me. Your job is here. Go to the pedestrian street and deal with them, the worse the better, so that the others in the pedestrian street can see the consequences of chivalry."

"Alright, alright, alright." The burly men looked at each other, thought for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. They rubbed their shoulders, sat up from the railing, and walked over to the short man, who was as tall as a mountain. "What do those ignorant little girls look like?"

"They all have colorful hair, are very young, are all good-looking, and most of them have great figures."

"Hey, that's quite an interesting description." The burly men chuckled. "We love bullying pretty young girls."

"They should still be on the pedestrian street, you should hurry up," the short man urged in a sinister tone.

"Alright, alright, brothers, let's get to work!" The burly men greeted each other, rubbing their shoulders as they walked past the short man toward the alleyway. "Once we get there, we'll just beat up those ignorant women one by one in the street, okay?"

The short man didn't say anything, but silently squatted down on the ground and began to sort through his harvest.

Seeing that the short man remained silent, the burly men shrugged and continued walking towards the alley entrance.

The short man opened each wallet, his thin fingers deftly counting the cash inside.

These wallets didn't contain much cash; some even contained only a few small green banknotes, without a single red one.

"Damn, people carry less and less cash these days," the short man cursed, lamenting the decline of the times.

He had just counted a few times when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

It's gotten a bit quieter around here.

The footsteps of his burly companions had only gone halfway when they suddenly disappeared.

The short man raised his head and looked behind him.

"What's wrong with you guys? Didn't I tell you to hurry up and go to the pedestrian street? Why are you still standing here..." the short man said with dissatisfaction, but stopped halfway through his sentence.

Because just as he turned around...

He noticed that at the entrance of the alley he had left, there was now a maid in black standing there, though he didn't know when it had started.

The maid in black stood quietly at the entrance of the alley, in a corner partially shaded by sunlight, staring expressionlessly at the burly man and the short man in the open space.

No one knows when she arrived here, nor how long she has been standing in this spot.

The short man jumped up from the ground with a jolt, frowning and staring at the black-clad maid with a puzzled look.

The short man was certain that the maid hadn't been in this open space when he returned.

In other words, she most likely followed him to this open space.

—She's been following me? And I haven't even realized it?

That's unlikely.

The short man's brows were tightly furrowed.

"A maid?" The burly men in the open space naturally noticed the maid in black as well. They looked her over in her distinctive uniform, their eyes filled with surprise. "A maid?"

A maid is such a peculiar existence that she would turn heads even on the street, let alone a group of thugs living at the bottom of society.

"Oh, maid, did you get lost while going for a drive with your master?"

"This is not a place for a young lady like you."

"Pretty girls often lose a lot of things when they come here!"

"How about you ask your brother for directions?"

"Wow, you're quite pretty. Would you mind telling us your name?"

The burly men chatted and laughed, whistling at the maid in black as they moved closer to her.

Even as the burly men drew closer, the black-clad maid remained standing still, quiet and unmoved, showing no intention of turning and running away.

"Those little arms and legs look like they'd break if you touched them even lightly—"

A burly man walked up to the maid in black, speaking as he reached out and touched her shoulder.

Just as those hands were about to touch the black-clad maid's shoulders.

The black-clad maid, who had remained silent until now, finally moved.

The black-clad maid leaped lightly, her slender figure seemingly springing up, reaching right up to the burly man's face.

The burly man was startled by the black-clad maid's leap and instinctively took a step back.