Chapter 47: Parents in Danger (Part 2)

Leading the group was a burly man with a tattoo on his shoulder.

Behind him, one of his companions was short—barely 1.6 meters tall—while the other sported a head of dyed yellow hair, looking every bit like a delinquent.

The three of them swaggered over with an air of arrogance.

Seeing this, Guo'er's parents immediately sensed trouble. Why are there so many punks like this in this world?

A terrifying thought crossed their minds—what if their daughter had fallen into the hands of thugs like these?

Fear crept into their hearts.

Guo'er's mother reassured herself silently, Guo'er must have gone back home to find us. She must be safe.

The tattooed man was the first to speak. "Oh, look at that. Just an old couple."

"Uncle, you sure can drive! Blazing down the road like that—you're something else. I respect that."

Guo'er's father forced himself to respond.

In this situation, facing three young, physically fit men while he and his wife were in their forties, a direct conflict would only spell disaster.

Even though these men didn't look like decent people, it was best to maintain a respectful attitude. Agitating them could be dangerous—who knew what weapons they might have? If they had knives… or worse, a gun… their lives could be at stake.

Forcing a smile, he responded, "Haha, it's nothing."

"My wife and I were just in a hurry, that's all."

"I've been a taxi driver for over twenty years, so of course, I know my way around a car."

As he spoke, he subtly signaled to his wife, warning her to stay quiet and not say anything unnecessary.

Guo'er's mother understood immediately and respectfully addressed the three young men.

"Haha, so… what brings you to us?"

The tattooed man smirked, stepping closer with a cocky attitude.

"Oh? Didn't expect you two to be so polite."

"We don't have much going on. It's just that we've been here for a while now and haven't seen another human in ages. Seeing an RV like yours got us a little excited. We just wanted to make some… friends."

Guo'er's father remained wary. He knew it wouldn't be that simple.

"Big brother, my wife and I may be getting on in years, but we still feel young at heart—probably no older than our twenties."

"We still celebrate Valentine's Day together, you know."

The blonde punk scoffed. "Damn, that's romantic. I don't even have a girlfriend yet."

Then, he turned his gaze to Guo'er's mother.

"Your wife's not bad-looking for her age. She's still got that elegant charm."

The short guy chimed in, "Yeah, yeah! I noticed that the moment I got out of the car!"

Both of them stared at Guo'er's mother with lecherous eyes.

A wave of discomfort washed over her. She wished she could disappear into the ground.

The air grew tense.

The tattooed man glanced at his two underlings, his expression darkening.

"What the hell are you two doing? Who told you to talk about that?"

It was clear who the leader was now.

Guo'er's father felt sick to his stomach.

But he had to hold back. If they were armed, recklessness could cost him his life.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to keep his voice steady.

"Guys, you said you wanted to be friends, but now you're saying things like this. What am I supposed to think?"

Guo'er's mother was trembling.

If these scumbags could talk about her this way, then what about her daughter?

The thought made her stomach churn.

Sensing her distress, Guo'er's father grabbed her hand and started leading her back toward their RV.

But the three punks quickly blocked their path.

"Hey, what's this? Trying to run?"

"Where do you think you're going?!"

Their voices were sharp with agitation, like hunters unwilling to let their prey escape.

Suddenly, the blonde punk pulled a gun from his pocket.

"You move, and I shoot!"

"Now, hand over everything valuable in that RV. Or else…"

A gun?!

Guo'er's father had prepared himself for knives, but he never imagined they'd have a firearm.

So they were here to rob them… and worse, they had their eyes on his wife.

A deep, dark hatred took root in his heart.

If they dare lay a hand on my wife… I swear, I'll make them pay.

He clenched his fists. Hidden in his pocket was a small knife. If it came down to it, he was ready to fight to the death.

But now wasn't the time for reckless action.

"Let's not be hasty, okay? We're friends, right? My wife and I made some food earlier—meat and vegetables. We haven't even had a chance to eat yet. How about I bring you some?"

He turned back into the RV and brought out a plate of stir-fried meat and vegetables.

The aroma wafted through the air.

The three punks' eyes lit up.

Without hesitation, they lunged for the food.

"Hey! You guys are eating too fast! I barely got one piece, and you're already downing three!"

"Damn, I haven't had meat in forever. This is delicious!"

"Yeah, this is really good."

"Quit hogging the food, you idiot! You nearly finished all the vegetables—learn to share!"

After stuffing themselves, the three of them sat back, patting their stomachs.

"Damn, that was good."

The tattooed man grinned.

"Hey, you two have real talent. I haven't eaten anything this tasty in a long time."

"Tell you what—how about you join us? You can be our cook."

"We'll handle everything else."

Guo'er's father eyed the three men. They were strong, and in a straight-up fight, he wouldn't stand a chance.

If he pretended to go along with them, at least he could look for his daughter in the meantime.

"Alright, big brothers. My wife and I will stick with you from now on."

The blonde punk sneered.

"Big brother? Nah, that's not right. Given your age, we should be calling you big brother."

Then, he shot Guo'er's mother a sleazy grin.

"Right, sister-in-law? Don't you think so?"

Guo'er's mother didn't want to respond. But resisting now could be dangerous, so she played along.

It was clear that these three were nothing but trouble. Guo'er's father had no choice but to go along with them—for now. He just needed an opportunity to escape.

The three thugs barged into the RV, rummaging through their belongings like they were claiming war spoils.

"Oh wow, bananas! Not bad—you two really know how to live."

"Everything in here? Ours now."

"You two—go clean our RV."

Guo'er's parents glanced at the van. It was a filthy mess, completely devoid of food.

No wonder they resorted to robbery.

Three young, strong men—and this was how they chose to survive?

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