Chapter 4. The Chivalrous

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The man in black and the girl quickly engaged in a fight.

As an outsider,Zhou Zishu had a good look at their capability; the movements were notquite the same but the ruthlessness from both was definitely on the samelevel.

They didn’t appear to be from righteous orthodox sects.

After about fourteen to fifteen moves, the man suddenly staggered back tododge, kicking at her Shanzhong point.

She leaned away and made a softnoise,
concentrating on her next attack which
apparently was crackingdown on the enemy’s
knees.

But she didn’t expect a noise from something
hidden above the man’s pants; and from it a
spring ejected, shooting anarrow forward, aiming at the girl’s chin.

She was not half bad, currently having an upper hand in this fight even, butnever could she have predicted this vile move; panic piled up but
dodging atthis point was futile.

The rock in Zhou Zishu’s hand was finally useful as heflicked it straight toward the incoming arrow, deflecting its course.

It endedup narrowly grazing the girl’s temple.

After experiencing danger, a normal person would feel terrified; butapparently she was the opposite, her embarrassment turning into anger.

Shesurged forward and made a clawing attack without hesitation, gripping atthe enemy’s leg bone and twisting it.

The man screamed as his leg wasbroken, but his attacker didn’t stop there. In her hand was a
glowing bluelight, and she ruthlessly pounded it into the man’s chest, knocking himbackwards, both legs bent and crushed.

His face immediately turned grayand purple as he stared at the girl with wide eyes, pointing at her, “You’rePur… Purple…”

He died before he could finish.

The old woman was frightened to death by this beautiful but cruel younglady.

Contrastingly, the simple-minded looking boy had a faster reaction, hethrew himself at the fisherman, asking hurriedly, “Uncle Li, how are you?You…”

He still had a breath left in him. With all his strength, he caught the boy’s
sleeves; the latter tried to embrace him and help him stand.

The girl inpurple walked over, lifting the old
man’s eyelids, frowning, “It’s the ThreeGeng
Until Death poison, he’s beyond saving now. My condolences.”

The boy threw her hands off, glowering. He
shouted at her, “Stop sayingnonsense!”

Her brows raised, murderous intent resurfacing on her smiling expression.

But she suppressed it after remembering something, arms crossed in frontof her chest with a sneer, “You little puppy can’t even see between good andbad.”

The fisherman only looked at her for brief
moment. He scanned overeveryone, finally stopping at Zhou Zishu — who was standing at thestatue’s feet, two straws sticking out of his head, making a laughable sightof himself.

The old man turned to him, about to say something.

Everyone’s gaze followed his. The girl laughed,

“Ah! I was just wonderingwho my benevolent savior was, can’t believe it’s you! I bought you
wine,you helped me fight; so we’re even!”

She spoke as if those two things could ever be equal, but Zhou Zishu wouldn’t stoop as low as to argue with a pretty girl.

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