She later inquired in secret and learned that his name was Dong Dabao, the daughter of a female hunter from Daliu Village, but she left Daliu Village at the age of six and had been gone for ten years until she recently returned. And so, another year passed. This person, notorious for her myriad misdeeds, was disliked by many, but Hong Xiangjun felt the opposite. She only felt awe and fear toward this person, and was very aware that this was a presence not to be provoked, one to befriend and not to make an enemy of. In Black Wind Camp, Su Lang was feeling downcast. The Master pondered in secret that, no matter what, the location of Black Wind Camp could not be exposed. The problem was that there were three fish that had slipped through the net, one of whom was skilled and had injured many of the thieves in the camp. It seemed that in order to deal with this person, Su Lang himself would have to take action. While the Master was scheming about how to catch the three escaped fish, Dong Huiying, as one of those fish, patted her flat stomach. "All our money was taken by them, we can’t just let this go," she said. Hong Xiangjun glanced at her, "You don’t mean to..." The bandits probably never expected that there could be such a daredevil among the escaped fish who, after fleeing, would actually launch a surprise counterattack. However, Dong Huiying told Hong Xiangjun and Liang Yuening to wait for her in the tree. Initially, Liang Yuening had some objections, but he couldn’t stand up against Dong Huiying’s insistence, and moreover, he was shut down by a remark from Hong Xiangjun. "Don’t worry, Sister Xiao Dong is fierce. She was able to escape from the stronghold with us two burdens, and now, we’d better just wait obediently and not hold her back." Liang Yuening fell silent all at once. He felt dejected, yet he couldn’t deny the fact. There had been many times when he was beaten senseless by Dong Dabao, knowing she possessed innate divine strength, and that if it came to fighting, he really was no match for her. If he followed, he might actually end up, just as Hong Xiangjun had said, being of no help and instead dragging her down. His lips tightened, and he said nothing, but in the dark of night, his eyes were as black and deep as those of a night hawk. Su Lang spread out a map and had the Master indicate the location of the escaped fish. The Master calculated for a moment, "I had you send men to pursue them along these routes in order to restrict their movement, and if I’m not mistaken, they should be in this area now." The Master seemed to be left-handed, using his left hand for everything, such as drinking tea, while his right hand always hung at his side. Su Lang gritted his teeth, "Fine, I’m heading out! Once I capture these little rats, I’ll use their heads as a side dish for our drinks!" The Master’s expression flickered slightly, "Do not kill the innocent indiscriminately." He half-closed his eyes with an enigmatic look. Su Lang was taken aback, then pouted in frustration, "But I’m really angry." The Master said nonchalantly, "The brothers in your camp have all been persecuted in various ways, and if you kill the innocent, how are you any different from those women who once persecuted you?" Su Lang paused, then lowered his eyes, "Master, you are right to scold me. I was getting ahead of myself." It seemed there was still hope for him. "Go, but be careful." Su Lang left, but before departing, he instructed those in the camp to prepare wine, dishes, bathwater, and so on for the Master.