"The same words I give back to you."
Gathering all her strength, Yingbao tightened her grip around his neck, ignoring his fingernails sinking deeply into her arm, the blade in her hand sinking in even deeper.
The boy, in pain, dared not exert any effort, but still tightly held onto the girl's arm.
When Yingbao saw her father, second cousin, and aunt running towards her, she immediately had them bind the boy's hands and feet and put him on the cart, called back Xiaohei, and then left with the cart.
A crowd followed them in a frenzied chase, "Put him down! Put him down!"
Seeing that these people were about to catch up with the cart, Yingbao started throwing apples and cantaloupes at them from the cart.
The robbers paused, a few of them couldn't resist and bent over to pick them up.
Two of them got a cantaloupe and, captivated by its enticing scent, started to eat it on the spot.