"My name is Yijie, not 'nanny dad'," Yijie shouted to three henchmen, "All three of you, come at once."
The crowd immediately dispersed. Little Eight flipped his hand and took out a needle shooting gun, proving once again that men can't be relied upon at critical moments.
"Use the slingshot to capture one alive, then interrogate where the bandits are hiding," before Little Eight could finish pulling out the needle shooting gun, the trigger wasn't even pulled yet when Yijie's shout was heard.
"Can't you..." Apart from teaching a few naughty kids from the Eastern Yi Tribe with a slingshot, Little Eight had never used it against enemies. In a true life-or-death situation, she dared not be careless. For capturing alive, wasn't it more convenient to have three hostages in Yijie's hands?
Little Eight still held the needle shooting gun, and the henchman who was shouting hesitated to advance.
Taking advantage of the mutual hesitation, Little Eight quickly glanced at the nearby battle.
