"Wen Bin has had it rough, with none of his family left except him and Xiao Ya, and Xiao Ya has come down with a serious illness. How are they going to get through these days?"
"Wen Bin, come with me—I know of a business that can make a fortune! Once we've made enough money, we can cure Xiao Ya!"
Memories flooded his mind, replaying frame by frame.
Suddenly, Hong Wenbin bellowed, "Die—!!"
He watched as someone wielding a long knife chopped down at him. He grabbed the assailant's wrist and snatched the long knife. Heads flew, blood sprayed from severed necks, spattering the sand with a gruesome trail.
"Brother, brother—!!"
Seeing him injured so grievously, Hong Xiangjun felt a sour tightness in her nose. She jumped down from her horse and recklessly charged into the crowd.
Dong Huiying let out a sigh upon seeing this.
"Ah—!"
Then, she patted Liang Haoming on the arm.
Liang Haoming hesitated slightly before holding her in his arms as they jumped down from the horse's back.
