Transmigrated Into an Ancient Famine Novel as a Scumbag Alpha (ABO, GL) - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Soon, the two men came cursing toward Jiang Jinhuang’s room.

“Damn it, this place is dirt poor. I climbed the wall for nothing,” one grumbled.

“Boss, there’s still one room we haven’t checked. Maybe there’s something good in there,” the other said.

“There better be, or I’ll burn this lousy courtyard down,” the tall man snapped, kicking the door.

The old door bolt, brittle with age, snapped under the kick. Luckily, two benches blocked the door, or they would’ve burst in.

The men exchanged a glance. The tall one shouted, “Hey, inside! Come out if you know what’s good for you. We’re not bad guys—just hand over your silver and food, and we won’t hurt you.”

“Yeah, open the door, or we’ll break it down,” the shorter man added, yelling.

Jiang Jinhuang bit her lip, saying nothing. She gripped her dagger tightly, staring at the door, her body pressed against it.

Losing patience, the tall man said, “Not talking? Kick it open.”

“Got it.”

Together, they slammed the door. It was flimsy, and despite Jiang Jinhuang’s efforts and the benches, it gave way.

The little one shrank into the corner, not wanting to cause trouble for her sister.

Jiang Jinhuang stumbled from the impact, falling to the floor.

The men spotted her. The shorter one grinned wickedly. “Boss, didn’t expect to find such a pretty Kunze here. No food, but this trip’s worth it.”

The tall man smirked, eyeing Jiang Jinhuang. “Little lady, all alone? Don’t be scared. Put down that dagger, and we’ll keep you company.”

“Don’t move. One step closer, and I won’t hold back,” Jiang Jinhuang said, struggling to her feet, sliding her dagger menacingly.

The tall man laughed. “Fiery, huh? But it’s no use. You Kunze are always suppressed by Qianyuan. I don’t even need to do anything—my scent alone can choke you.”

He grinned at the shorter man. Jiang Jinhuang stepped back as a harsh tobacco smell filled the air, stinging and choking. She coughed, her legs buckling, and she collapsed to her knees.

Her eyes red, she wished she could die to avoid this humiliation. She hated Qianyuan, hated how their scent could overpower Kunze.

Her hands trembled, barely able to hold the dagger under the tobacco’s weight.

Behind the chair, the little one saw her sister being bullied, crying silently. Though young, she knew going out would make her sister protect her, worsening things.

She curled up, trying to stay unnoticed, and the men didn’t see her.

“Fiery little lady, can’t even stand and still holding that dagger? Can you even grip it?” The shorter man tapped her dagger with his stick, knocking it to the floor with a clang.

Overwhelmed by the scent, Jiang Jinhuang’s head spun, her hands powerless.

She tried twice to pick up the dagger, her red eyes burning, but failed.

The tall man teased, “Little lady, don’t waste your strength. You’ll soon see the fun in this. Me and my brother will treat you nice.”

“Get out! Get out!” Jiang Jinhuang propped herself up, barely holding on.

The shorter man, impatient, reached for her.

Seeing him target her sister, Jiang Jinyang rushed from behind the chair. Too young to sense the scent, she grabbed his arm and bit down hard.

The man yelped, “Damn it! Where’d this brat come from? I’ll kill you!”

He flung his arm, throwing the little one off. She rolled twice on the ground, not crying out, wiped her tears, and got up to help her sister.

Jiang Jinhuang’s heart broke. Her three-year-old sister, thrown like that—she didn’t know if she was hurt.

Shaking her head, she managed, “Yangyang, don’t worry about me. Run, find Ye Qing!”

In this moment, entrusting Yangyang to Ye Qing felt laughable, but Ye Qing was her only ally here. If she was gone, who would save Yangyang?

If these men humiliated her today, Jiang Jinhuang knew she couldn’t live on.

“No, I’ll help Sister!” Crying, the little one ran back, standing in front of her.

The tall man’s face darkened. “Brat, get lost, or I’ll kill you first, then deal with your sister. You’re what, a few years old? Tender meat. If we don’t find food, we’ll roast you instead.”

“You’re bad people! I’ll protect Sister!” Terrified of being roasted, she was more afraid of her sister being hurt.

“Damn it, Number Two, what’re you waiting for? Move!” the tall man barked.

As the shorter man reached for the little one, footsteps sounded outside.

Ye Qing, happy about catching the fish, felt a jolt near the gate. She’d locked it, and Jiang Jinhuang wouldn’t leave it open in this chaos.

Rushing in, a long knife appeared in her right hand.

Entering the room, she smelled the sharp tobacco scent. Jiang Jinhuang was kneeling, hands on the floor, in obvious pain.

Realizing what it was, Ye Qing released her own scent to shield Jiang Jinhuang, her grape-wine aroma surging toward the men.

Honed by years in the apocalypse, her scent was steady yet bold, overpowering the tobacco smell instantly.

Jiang Jinhuang felt a new scent envelop her, like grapes mixed with sweet wine—sour at first, then sweet and refreshing, far better than the nauseating tobacco.

The scent wasn’t hostile, shielding her from the tobacco and giving her room to breathe.

Seeing Ye Qing, the little one relaxed. Though Ye Qing didn’t like them, she was better than these villains.

She shook Jiang Jinhuang’s arm. “Sister, Ye Qing’s back.”

As the tobacco scent faded, Jiang Jinhuang’s mind cleared. Looking up, she saw Ye Qing standing nearby, holding a long knife.

She pulled the little one into her arms, catching her breath.

Ye Qing glared at the men. “Who are you? Get out if you want to live.”

The tall man, seeing his scent overtaken, eyed Ye Qing warily. “A female Qianyuan? Hah, you’re alone. Think we can’t take you?”

“Try it. In this chaos, no one will care if you die here,” Ye Qing said calmly, meeting their gaze.

The tall man sneered. “A weakling like you threatening us? Number Two, let’s teach her a lesson, then have fun with the little lady.”

Ye Qing’s face was cold, unshaken.