Hearing the words of several robbers, Yang Dachuan immediately frowned.
As a Martial Artist, how could he tolerate these bandits pointing guns at him to rob right in front of him?
However, looking back at his daughter Yang Qingqing, who was a bit frightened, Yang Dachuan sighed and stepped forward, saying, "Brothers, I'm just passing by with my little girl and a friend. You can see from our clothing that we don't look like rich folks. We really don't have any valuable things!"
"Nothing valuable?"
The robbers burst into a sinister laugh upon hearing Yang Dachuan's words.
One of them, a man as thin as a bamboo stick, stepped forward, staring directly at Yang Qingqing and said with a smirk, "Isn't this little girl quite valuable? Her looks and figure not only fetch a good price, but we brothers could also have some fun!"
"Exactly! Bamboo Stick, you've got it right! In this godforsaken place, it's been ages since I've touched a woman!"
