Chapter 295 Discovery of Three Thugs

Qiao Xiaoyun was furious and angrily asked Meng Zihuan, "Who were you playing with just now? Did you get into a fight again?"

Meng Zihuan was wrongly accused and was so anxious he jumped up and down.

"I didn't, I didn't fight with anyone, I'm very well-behaved! I was playing with Brother Qiao Zhang and the others."

Qiao Zhang is a village boy, the same age as Qiao Xu and Qiao Kun, and in the same class. He is very close to Qiao Xu and Qiao Kun. When Meng Zihuan goes back to the village, he usually plays with Qiao Xu and Qiao Zhang.

Moreover, he cherished his new clothes and was afraid of getting them dirty. Today, he only watched others play wrestling and didn't try it himself.

The game of "Four Corners Flipping" involves stacking two pieces of cardboard vertically, then crossing them over each other to form a square with four corners. The player who flips another player's four corners over wins.

Meng Zihuan used to love playing this game, but this time he was afraid that the corners would get his new clothes dirty, so he didn't play at all and just stood aside watching others play.

He was so careful, but he didn't expect the clothes to still have a problem. It wasn't just that they got dirty, they were completely ruined!

He didn't even know when his clothes had been slashed.

By the time he felt it, his back was already chilly.

Meng Zhengcheng, who was talking and chatting with Qiao Changqing in the main room, heard the commotion and quickly came over to see what was going on. His expression also turned grim.

If Meng Zihuan had only gotten into a fight with the village kids and torn their clothes, the adults wouldn't have cared; that was the kids' own business.

However, if the clothes are slashed with a knife, the situation is different.

After all, who knows if the other person intended to scratch the clothes or the child?

When the rest of the Qiao family went to look for her, Qiao Qiao was being driven out of Qiao Family Village by Qiao Changdong on a sidecar motorcycle.

Qiao Qiao sat in the sidecar containing an old cotton quilt, tilting her head to look back at Qiao Family Village.

Although she couldn't see anything, she could still hear her aunt's powerful shouts from a great distance. Qiao Qiao couldn't help but wonder how the battle was going. She curiously released her divine sense to check the situation.

But as soon as she was released, her little face turned pale instantly.

Qiaojia Village has only about thirty households, with more than ten households in front and ten in back. The houses of these thirty-odd households are not in a row, but scattered everywhere.

The distance between them might be only a few meters, while the distance could be tens or even hundreds of meters.

Next to each household, there are stacks of straw stalks left over from the autumn fire, which look like small pagodas from a distance.

These straw stacks also became an important playground for rural children.

Children often dig a small hole in it and use it as a natural secret hideout.

Now, in two of these haystacks where rural children used to play, people are hiding. In one haystack, two people are hiding, and in the other, one person is hiding.

All three were middle-aged men in their forties. They had ordinary features, but their eyes were fierce and ruthless, making them look like desperate criminals.

The skin on their exposed faces and hands had an unnatural, dark color, as if it had been stained by something for years.

They were also carrying all sorts of weapons, such as switchblades and wrenches as long as an arm. There was another one whose hand was always hidden under his sleeve. Qiao Qiao took a closer look and her heart suddenly started pounding.

Because the shape of that thing was very similar to the cannons that her brothers had bought, but Qiao Qiao knew that it was definitely not a cannon, but a real gun!

Who are these people?

Qiao Qiao didn't care about anything else and turned to shout at Qiao Changdong, "Dad, hurry, go back!"

She meant that bad guys were hiding in the haystacks, lying in ambush.

But she couldn't bring herself to say it.

Fortunately, the little bubble above her head quickly filled in, clearly conveying what she wanted to say.

Within the small bubble, several haystacks were clearly visible, each containing three people, all holding weapons, one of whom also had a gun.

Above their heads were the words "Bad Guys" written in bright red.

The motorcycle made a lot of noise, and Qiao Changdong couldn't hear what Qiao Qiao was saying at first.

When Qiao Changdong saw the meaning expressed in the little bubble above the little guy's head, he immediately understood what it meant.

Connecting the dots between the events surrounding Meng Zihuan's damaged clothes, he was greatly alarmed.

After performing a 180-degree drift on his motorcycle at the village entrance, he floored the accelerator and sped back.

At this moment, Qiao Xiaoyun and Meng Zhengcheng were leading Meng Zihuan to visit several of the houses where he had played, to inquire about the situation.

We've just arrived at the first one.

Then Qiao Changdong came roaring back on his motorcycle.

She was taken aback, thinking that Qiao Changdong was worried and wanted to help handle it. She was about to say that he didn't need to do this and that he should just go do what he was supposed to do.

Then I saw the small air bubble on Qiao Qiao's head.

She fell silent instantly.

Because the bubble above Qiao Qiao's head indicated that there were two haystacks with bad guys in them, about ten meters apart, and she was standing right in the middle of those ten meters.

When Meng Zhengcheng saw this, his expression changed drastically.

But he quickly realized what was happening, picked up Meng Zihuan, who was lying on the ground looking dejected because his clothes were torn and he had no new clothes to wear, and slapped his little bottom.

"???" Meng Zihuan.

Meng Zihuan was stunned.

He had just seen the little bubbles above his sister's head and hadn't yet figured out what those images meant when Meng Zhengcheng slapped his butt.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" Meng Zhengcheng slapped him a few more times.

"Dad?" Meng Zihuan was both aggrieved and confused, struggling and twisting his chubby body.

"Didn't I hit you hard enough? You stubborn brat! I told you not to go out and run wild, but you wouldn't listen!" With that, she slapped him several more times.

In the Meng family, if Qiao Xiaoyun was the strict mother, then Meng Zhengcheng was the loving father.

Meng Zihuan had been beaten by Qiao Xiaoyun every few days since he was a child, but he had never been beaten by Meng Zhengcheng. Now, during the New Year, he was suddenly spanked like this. Meng Zihuan felt extremely wronged and sad.

What made him even more aggrieved was that not only Meng Zhengcheng beat him, but even his mother, for some unknown reason, suddenly ran over and slapped his little bottom repeatedly.

The couple took turns spanking him, seemingly talking in hushed tones as they did so.

Because the sound of his butt being slapped was so loud, Meng Zihuan couldn't hear what his parents were saying.

All I know is that my butt is numb from being beaten!