Chapter 3
Shen Yao Xing looked at the two women and one man not far ahead, clicked her tongue in annoyance, and leaped onto the roof tiles, intending to take a shortcut back to the inn.
She jumped lightly across the rooftops, and as she passed over the group, her gossipy gaze couldn't help but glance down. A young man in an apricot-colored robe was confronting two large-bodied women, whose muscular arms stretched the fabric of their clothes.
If she hadn't seen the female symbols on their chests, Shen Yao Xing wouldn't have been able to tell their gender. At least from behind, those figures were exactly like the muscle men of the 21st century.
Shen Yao Xing, who had already passed them, suddenly stopped and stood on the roof with interest, looking down at this gender-reversed spectacle.
The three people on the street were unaware of the spectator above. The two women were lewdly teasing the small-framed man in front of them, their cloudy gazes shamelessly appraising him, their laughing words too vulgar to repeat.
The young man in the apricot robe bit his lower lip, his hand holding the whip trembling slightly with anger. Finally unable to endure it anymore, he suddenly lashed the whip at the two, as nimble as a living snake, but unfortunately lacking in power.
The two women were no pushovers either. One wielding a spiked club, the other a large cleaver, they easily dodged without even using their weapons, and rushed at the young man from left and right.
The young man in the apricot robe pushed off the ground forcefully, executing a beautiful backflip to avoid their sudden attack. His wrist flexed powerfully twice, the whip leaving a red mark on each woman's face.
"Pft" Shen Yao Xing on the roof couldn't help but chuckle.
The two women were caught off guard by the strikes and were both stunned for a moment. One of them licked the wound that extended to the corner of her mouth, suddenly smiling perversely, as if injected with chicken blood, extremely excited: "Well struck! I like them feisty like this!"
Shen Yao Xing on the roof also had a 'what the fuck' expression, not expecting this person to have such masochistic tendencies.
After that woman's hideous smile, she exchanged a glance with the other woman. Suddenly, she charged at the young man. As he swung his whip at her, the woman on the other side sped up towards his other side. The young man's pupils constricted slightly, and it was too late to change the direction of his whip. His slender frame was pressed to the ground.
The two women were like mountain wolves starved for days, not caring about their current location, they pounced directly, tearing the young man's clothes, disregarding his struggles and screams.
There were a few passersby on both sides of the street who, seeing this situation, could only grit their teeth and avert their gaze. Even if they felt indignant, they didn't have the ability to step forward and rescue him. Moreover, such things happened frequently in Tai Zhou City. They could only turn a blind eye, secretly shifting the blame onto those men - being out on the streets after sunset, they couldn't be good men anyway.
Shen Yao Xing watched this scene coldly from the rooftop. Along the way, she had seen no shortage of such incidents, showing how brazen these people had become.
The young man's screams gradually became desperate. His clothes had been torn to the last shred of modesty. A tear slid from his hollow eye corner. Just as he was about to bite his tongue to commit suicide, refusing to let the two villains have their way, suddenly the two women fell to the side without even a groan. There was a light sound of pebbles falling nearby.
The young man in the apricot robe couldn't react for a moment, staring blankly through tear-filled eyes. It wasn't until he felt the chill that he suddenly sat up, eyes wide open with tears, looking at the two unconscious women. He hurriedly tried to cover himself with the strips of cloth torn on the ground.
"Tch"
A impatient voice suddenly came from above. The young man in the apricot robe abruptly looked up. By now the full moon had risen, just behind the girl standing high on the roof. The silver moon was like a white paper, the girl's beautiful curves outlined alluringly. Her face couldn't be clearly seen, but her voice was exceptionally clear.
"Why are you so stupid? Your clothes are all torn to pieces and you're still trying to cover yourself with them. Are you trying to cover three points? Aren't there two ready-made ones right beside you? Just strip one off and be done with it."
The young man in the apricot robe bit his lower lip without speaking, both hands still tightly clutching the torn cloth. He sniffled, looking up at that figure, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Just now... was it you who saved me?"
"No," Shen Yao Xing answered quickly, raising her hand and pointing vaguely in a direction: "The person who saved you just went that way."
The young man obviously didn't believe her, lowering his head and softly saying a word of thanks.