Ah Yun bit her lip and nodded, "Alright." Ah Le looked Ah Yun up and down; this girl was too thin, seemed like she couldn’t even hold up a chicken. Could she manage? Judging by the other party’s gaze, it was obvious they looked down on her. Ah Yun defiantly glared back, "What are you looking at?" "Hey, looks like a little chick, didn’t expect her to be quite spicy when she opens her mouth." After speaking, he turned to Yun Ya, "Miss, you’re aware that playing with weapons often leads to injuries. If this girl gets hurt, you mustn’t come crying to you." Yun Ya curled her lips into a smile, "She won’t." Ah Yun grinded her teeth, "I won’t cry." Ah Le chuckled, "You’d better hope for the best." Yun Ya turned and walked inside. Ah Yun gazed hopefully as the miss walked further away, steadied herself, and followed Ah Le into the training grounds. To stay by the miss’s side, she must become strong. It was currently the off-season, not a mealtime, and the hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. A spotted cat napped on the counter, while the shop boy, propping his head, yawned in boredom. Yun Ya was about to step upstairs when a group of people rushed in from outside, holding clubs, brimming with killing intent. "Smash it up for me." The man in the lead ordered with a wave of his hand. The subordinates immediately began to wreck things. As soon as the clubs fell, tables and chairs scattered everywhere. The shop boy hadn’t even reacted when someone grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out from behind the counter, throwing him directly to the ground, stepping on his head, "Where’s the person in charge here?" The shop boy was still somewhat bewildered, "Do you... do you know what place this is? You’re causing trouble, have you eaten bear gall and leopard heart?" The leader had a pointed face like a monkey, smiled sinisterly, revealing yellow teeth, "I don’t care what this place is, daring to bully my brother, you’re a shady business. Today I’ll tear you down." As he spoke, a youth looking about seventeen or eighteen stepped out from behind him, his eyes filled with grievance. "Brother, you must avenge me." The shop boy recognized the person. A few days ago, a youth had brought a gang of ruffians to dine at the shop, ordering the best meals and opening two bottles of expensive red wine. They wanted to charge it after eating, but the sign outside clearly stated no credit, so it was directly refused. The youth got angry, led a group to make trouble, and got beaten by the shop staff and thrown out. Unexpectedly, they dared to come back today. "You’re seeking death." The shop boy sneered, directly provoking the other party, who grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, slapping him across the face, "Little squirt, quite the tone, today I’ll have a good go at fixing you." The youth suddenly screamed, pointing at the back facing him at the staircase entrance, even the back drew all eyes. The youth shouted, "Turn around." Yun Ya’s eyes darkened, her ears twitched, hearing footsteps rushing over, she smiled and turned around. "Gulp." Below was the sound of swallowing, along with a gaze captivated by her beauty. "Brother, this girl’s not bad looking, should we take her back to play?" The youth grabbed the man’s sleeve, unable to hide his eagerness in his tone. The man eyed the beautiful and elegant young girl, harboring lust, waved to his men, "Tie her up for me." The source of thɪs content is novelꞁire.net The young girl stood where she was, poised and graceful, calmly watching the two men who walked towards her, without a trace of fear on her face. Just as the man’s hand was about to touch her shoulder, suddenly two stones flew over, accurately hitting the wrists of both men, causing them to fall back entirely. A shadow flipped down from the second floor, really somersaulted down like in a martial arts drama, the figure turned in mid-air, long legs spun like a whirlwind, and a group of men were instantly thrown flying, the once-arrogant bunch was now paralyzed on the ground unable to stand. The person landed lightly, with a tall and slender figure, exuding a cold and remote air, with long hair tied up in a high ponytail, wearing a tight-fitting long black dress, a belt outlining the slender waist, the skirt layered and fluttering, carrying a semblance of iron-blooded grace. Possessing the aura of a true knight. A few people looked grave, staring at the unexpected person with panic, their face ambiguous in gender, sword-like brows long and sharp, eyes cold and piercing, thin lips slightly pursed, just a light squint of the eyes made everyone feel as if their throats were suddenly seized, even breathing became difficult.