Someone had rescued Cuiya, who was locked in the woodshed. Cuiya stumbled toward the young man, crying out, "Second Young Master, please save my miss, she is in this room."
To bandits, it had always been all or nothing. By now, if he hadn't understood, then he was a fool.
Xining, the bandit leader, was shocked and had no time for anything else. He immediately raised his big knife and charged at Jie Zhonglin.
Jie Zhonglin didn't need to lift a finger, as several soldiers had already surrounded Xining. Jie Zhonglin himself kicked open the room adorned with the character "happiness."
Under the flickering candlelight, pained noises came from the woman's throat as she writhed incessantly. But her hands and feet were all bound with red cloth, leaving her pale wrists with blue and purple marks, still unable to break free.
Cuiya had already thrown herself over in tears. Jie Zhonglin, however, seemed to be frozen, unable to move a step.
