Lu Miaomiao quickly chased after the group.
She pulled the whip from her waist and swung it out in one swift motion, wrapping it around the neck of the young strong man driving the cart and dragging him straight to the ground.
“What’s going on, Ye San?” Li Si, who had been speaking quietly with Ye San inside the cart canopy, quickly poked his head out when he saw him suddenly fall.
Before he could react, Lu Miaomiao had already reached the donkey cart.
She grabbed Li Si by the hair as he leaned out, yanked him out of the canopy, and effortlessly threw him to the ground.
By the time she subdued the donkey, Officer Qian had also arrived.
“Don’t run!” he shouted as he arrived, seeing the two men trying to escape.
Lu Miaomiao stepped in front of them, hands on her hips, and snorted coldly.
“This mountain is mine to open, this tree is mine to plant—if you want to pass through here, leave behind your toll!”
The two men: …Where did this crazy woman come from? Someone take her to the hospital!
Officer Qian: …This girl is a bit wild!
“Bitch, you want to die? Get out of the way!” Ye San pulled a kitchen knife from his waist and charged at her viciously.
Lu Miaomiao met him head-on, grabbed his wrist holding the knife, twisted it lightly—and his wrist snapped. Ye San screamed in agony.
“You’re at least out here in the world trying to make a living, but you didn’t even sharpen your kitchen knife? That’s really embarrassing,” she said with a half-smile, glancing at the rusty blade on the ground. “What are you, pretending to be a big bad wolf with a rabbit’s tail stuck on?”
“You—bitch! I don’t need a knife to beat you to death!” Ye San roared in humiliation, face dark with rage, and swung his other fist at her.
“Comrade Lu, be careful!” Officer Qian, who was entangled with another middle-aged man, hurriedly warned her—only to take a punch to the face himself.
Seeing Officer Qian injured, Lu Miaomiao stopped playing around. She dodged the man’s fist, then delivered a sharp side kick that sent him flying to the ground.
“Damn it, you filthy bastard dared to hit my face—I’ll beat you to death!”
She rained punches and kicks on Ye San until he passed out, finally satisfied.
After finishing him off, she turned to see Li Si rolling on the ground while grappling fiercely with Officer Qian. Li Si had managed to get on top of him and was about to stab him.
Without hesitation, she kicked Li Si flying more than two meters away.
“Are you some kind of temple wooden fish? Born just to get beaten, huh?”
Daring to attack a police officer—this was basically digging your own grave.
Officer Qian: …This is unbelievable. I’ve never seen anyone this fierce, not even when I was young.
“Officer Qian, please tie them up. I can’t get too close to them—men and women shouldn’t touch each other casually,” Lu Miaomiao said lazily, clearly unwilling to deal with the aftermath.
Then she turned toward the roadside, where a man and a child were watching in shock.
“Sun Yueyue? What’s going on here? How did you get tied up?”
Ignoring the unfamiliar handsome boy, she looked at Sun Yueyue expectantly, clearly hoping for gossip.
This girl was her neighbor and someone she had met once before—a slightly chubby, dark-skinned girl.
“Waaahhh! Comrade Lu! I was so scared—I thought I’d never see my parents again! Thank goodness you saved me!”
Sun Yueyue, her round face full of tears and snot, clung tightly to the only woman present and cried loudly.
Lu Miaomiao, nearly getting strangled: …
You were watching the drama for so long—only now you remember to be scared?
This girl might just be repaying kindness with strangling!
Without mercy, Lu Miaomiao grabbed her by the collar and tossed her aside.
Sun Yueyue stubbornly clung back to her arm, still sobbing softly.
Lu Miaomiao: …
Forget it. She had just been rescued from kidnappers—she’ll tolerate it for now.
“Oh? Aren’t you Zhao Haojie? Your father is Zhao Yingxiong and your mother is Zhu Hongjiao, right?” Officer Qian said as he finally finished tying up the two men and turned around.
“Uncle, you know me?” the boy—Zhao Haojie—asked cautiously.
“Comrade Qian, why don’t we get on the ox cart first and talk while we go? It’s getting hot again, don’t risk heatstroke,” Lu Miaomiao suggested.
“Alright, let’s talk on the way,” Officer Qian agreed, wiping sweat from his forehead and heading to move the unconscious Ye San.
Seeing him struggle, Lu Miaomiao walked over and casually lifted both tied-up men as if they were trash bags, tossing them onto the cart.
“Done. Let’s go.”
Ignoring the four people whose eyes were practically popping out of their sockets, she jumped onto the donkey cart and climbed into the canopy.
At least there was shade—it wasn’t so hot.
“I want to sit with Sister Miaomiao!”
Sun Yueyue and Zhao Haojie said at the same time, eyes full of admiration. They quickly climbed into the cart.
Being with her felt incredibly safe.
Officer Qian and Party Secretary Wang looked at each other, suddenly feeling competitive. They also wanted the shaded cart.
So they played rock-paper-scissors—winner takes all. Officer Qian won.
Happily, he drove the donkey cart forward. Party Secretary Wang glared at him reluctantly and drove the ox cart behind, carrying the two unconscious kidnappers.
“Comrade Lu is truly a heroine among women! Not only skilled, but decisive. Otherwise, those kidnappers might have escaped right under our noses. Who taught you those skills?” Officer Qian asked admiringly.
He had been cautious earlier, but she had handled everything cleanly and efficiently.
However, his suspicion also rose slightly—she was too skilled. Could she be a spy?
It wasn’t unreasonable. There were too many spies around the Red Bull Production Brigade area—it was like a nest of them had been uncovered.
Even former cadres, workers, and villagers had turned out to be spies. They were everywhere, impossible to guard against.
So seeing a newly arrived educated youth with such skills naturally made him wary.
“Oh, my grandfather used to be in the military. He taught me. I think I’m just a martial arts genius—basically unbeatable,” Lu Miaomiao said carelessly with a grin.
Of course, she had noticed his probing. But so what? She wasn’t a spy and had no intention of betraying the country—she had nothing to fear.
“Hahaha, you girl!” Officer Qian laughed. “If I get the chance, I’d like to spar with you!”
“Haha, sure! Just don’t beg for mercy later,” she replied playfully.