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Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Chapter 97 - 97 97 Rogue Attack (2)_1

Author: Xin Yue Ge
updatedAt: 2025-07-01

Chapter 97: Chapter 97 Rogue Attack (2)_1 Chapter 97: Chapter 97 Rogue Attack (2)_1 But how could these people be dismissed with just three or two mooncakes?

What’s more, with Lin Yongle present, if her guess was right, Lin Yongle wasn’t there just to rob her of her money today; he must have also heard about her brandishing a knife to threaten her uncle and intimidate her aunt.

He brought the men along to show her some “color.”

Indeed, she hadn’t even finished wrapping the mooncakes in her hands when Wang Tianba slapped them to the ground and then, lifting his filthy foot, he vigorously kicked them aside, bellowing fiercely, “Stupid girl, quit crying poor in front of me!

Do you think I’m an idiot?

My brothers have just made it clear that you’ve made at least thirty or forty taels of silver this morning.

Stop playing tricks and hand over the money now!”

They had made it clear?

Lin Yuan had been gazing at the few mooncakes scattered on the ground; although they were not the most valuable kind, they were made by her family, little by little, piece by piece, only to be discarded and trampled like trash by him.

How could she tolerate this?

“Four pieces, four taels of silver,” Lin Yuan whispered with parted lips, slowly raising her head.

Although her words were short, soft, and slow, the moment she looked up and fixed her gaze on Wang Tianba, an inexplicable chill rose from the soles of his feet, causing him to shiver uncontrollably and step back involuntarily.

But then he remembered that she was just a girl in her teens—what was there to be afraid of?

Moreover, he had more than a dozen brothers behind him!

Even so, when he spoke, there was a bit of a stutter, “What, what did you say?”

“I said, what if I don’t hand over the silver?

What do you want to do?” Lin Yuan curved her lips and swept her gaze over the men standing in front of her.

Most of them were dressed casually and behaved dissolutely, clearly the idle street ruffians.

But there were also a few young men dressed neatly like Lin Yongle, presumably students up to no good from some academy, not studying and secretly joining up with these scoundrels.

Wang Tianba clasped his hands together, circling his wrists, and threatened viciously, “Not giving it?

If you don’t, I’ll reward you to my brothers here, then sell you to the brothel!”

“Alright!

Big brother is mighty!”

“Girl, don’t worry, we brothers will definitely treat you well, haha.”

“Young lady is too skinny, don’t break under us, haha.”

Wang Tianba’s lackeys each laughed lewdly, and Lin Yongle, hiding among the crowd, also chimed in with the catcalls, not regarding her as his sister at all, as if the person being teased was just a strange woman on the street they didn’t know.

“So, are you going to give up the money or not?” Seeing that Lin Yuan did not respond, Wang Tianba thought she was frightened.

He slapped down on the table where Lin Yuan sold mooncakes.

That table was just an old one from Liuzi’s house and could not withstand his slapping; the table shook and seemed on the verge of collapse.

Lin Yuan looked down at the table, still shaking from his slap, and at the mooncakes that had fallen to the ground.

She stood her ground and retorted, “Asking me for money?

Big brother, did you only inquire about the money I made when you came?

Didn’t you hear about my reputation?

I’m known as the Little Disaster Star in the village; whoever encounters me is out of luck!”

“Out of luck, Little Disaster Star?

Haha.” Wang Tianba laughed heartily, but then his expression changed abruptly.

He kicked and broke a leg of the table.

It collapsed immediately, and the mooncakes on it rolled onto the ground.

“Acting high and mighty!

Brothers, strip this young miss naked, and take her silver!”

At Wang Tianba’s command, some of his minions pulled out wooden sticks from behind their belts and began to smash the half-collapsed table; the students who were less courageous began jumping and stomping on the mooncakes beneath their feet, laughing as if to vent, “One tael of silver each?

Haha, today I’ll splurge too—one, two, three taels!”

Others had already followed Wang Tianba’s lead and rolled up their sleeves, encircling Lin Yuan.

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