The swindler broke into a cold sweat as the mother and daughter closed in on him. In all his years of swindling, this was the first time he had encountered such uncooperative marks. Usually, his well-rehearsed act was enough to convince even the most skeptical victims; even if they harbored doubts, the moment the "spell" spontaneously ignited, all skepticism would vanish. Why wasn't it working on this little girl?
Without a moment to dwell on it, he saw the mother and daughter mere paces away and scrambled backward in a panic, shouting at the top of his lungs, "By the order of the Supreme Venerable Sovereign, retreat, retreat, retreat!" Even in this predicament, he was still desperately clinging to his persona.
Li Aihua, who had a longer reach than Hu Lin, lunged forward and grabbed the swindler by the arm. Hu Lin followed up instantly, seizing his loose sleeves. "Reverse what you said," she hissed, her voice sharp. "Otherwise, I’ll make sure you don’t earn a single cent, and you’ll leave here with a beating instead. You’ve got plenty of white phosphorus on you, don't you?"
Chapter 117