He was fuming today, and he had conflicts with "Black Eagle" before. Today, seizing the opportunity, he truly wanted to teach "Black Eagle" a lesson. Unfortunately, although Liang Haoming ceased his attack, at the very moment he lunged, a small figure suddenly rushed forward and with a single move, twisted his arm behind his back, forcing him to kneel. "Trying a sneak attack in front of me? My fourth brother already stopped, but you just can’t let it go. It seems you’re really asking for it!" Afterward, her little fist struck Black Panther’s shoulder, and with a ’crack,’ Black Panther’s arm was dislocated, his shoulder bone seeming shattered. Black Panther wailed in pain, true pain, not fake, excruciating pain! In contrast, Liang Haoming had a flash of surprise in his otherwise empty eyes and then he lowered his head, glanced at his fists, and clenched them a bit tighter. "Better recognize your place next time, or don’t blame me for being rude!" Dong Huiying bared her teeth and threatened menacingly, putting on quite the fierce front before pushing Black Panther away. As she did, with a crisp sound, his dislocated arm was set back in place. Black Panther’s face was filled with lingering fear, and at this moment, Dong Huiying was already embracing Liang Haoming’s waist, helping him walk out. "I took a good look just now, you seemed to rely solely on brute force when fighting, but you also need to learn to be a bit tricky. I’ll practice with you later, teach you the Boxing Method. However many punches he gave you today, you’ll return tenfold and take back the scene for yourself, understand?" Liang Haoming was unresponsive. She looked up at him, "Why aren’t you speaking?" His Adam’s apple moved slightly, and then he grunted in acknowledgment. It seemed he had understood. Dong Huiying had not rushed to intervene earlier because she wanted to see just how capable her fourth brother truly was. The man had never learned fighting techniques, yet he could hold his own against Black Panther, who grew up immersed in black market brawling. She believed he had potential. If he became more skilled and self-reliant, even if he returned to fight in the black market, there would no longer be a need to hide it from the family, nor for others to worry on his behalf. With that thought, she decided to find time to train him thoroughly. Liang Haoming had been fighting in the black market for a year, suffered many injuries, and had come close to Hell’s door several times. He had gotten used to it, enduring the pain and getting by. But now, with the girl prattling on and on, supporting him like a flesh-and-blood crutch, he felt an unusual sensation as if something new, special, and previously foreign was inching its way into his heart, attempting to breach his defenses. His body warmed, his face became flushed, and suddenly he didn’t know where to put his hands and feet. Thus, with the girl’s assistance, he walked on, his limbs awkwardly moving. Yet underneath the mask, his face remained expressionless, only the slightly heated skin betraying a hint of hidden emotions. After leaving the black market, Hong Xiangjun became sneaky, and Liang Haoming, who was already not much of a talker, seemed even more morose. "What’s going on?" Dong Huiying was clueless, not quite understanding what was up with the two of them. "Shh," Hong Xiangjun gestured for Dong Huiying to be quiet, then whispered, "This is the Jun City Capital of Pingchang Prefecture, not Taihang Town. There are many more rules here, and there’s a curfew at night. Getting caught by the soldiers could lead to trouble." Most importantly... she jiggled her purse, filled with a large amount of silver, some of which was hers, and some belonged to Sister Xiao Dong.