Suddenly, a questioning voice came from behind them.
"Who are you?!"
Lai Zi turned around and saw the village chief's grandson, Deng Fugui, standing not far away.
He was holding a slingshot, flanked by two lackeys, and glaring at them angrily.
"Oh, it's just you, Fugui. It's nothing, it's nothing. These men are friends of your Uncle Lai Zi."
"The person with 'delicate skin and tender flesh' you just mentioned—were you talking about Little Wolf Sister?" Deng Fugui didn't believe Lai Zi's nonsense for a second.
The two human traffickers exchanged a glance.
Lai Zi's heart sank. 'How did Deng Fugui overhear us?'
He quickly waved his hands and forced a smile. "We were just looking for her to play, that's all. OUCH—!"
Before he could finish, Deng Fugui had already drawn his slingshot and shot a stone at him!
Lai Zi clutched his head.
