Liang Haoming blinked gently. He looked at the two women, then towards Dong Huiying, seemingly inquiring what to do with them. Dong Huiying slightly furrowed her brow, seeming to conclude that she had only one choice... to nip the problem in the bud! These two were Nu Woer’s people, and Nu Woer was Pei Yu’s backbone. Moreover, Huiying had heard from Yun Ge before that Nu Woer seemed to harbor a deep resentment towards her. She forcefully closed her eyes, then slowly stretched out her small hand. Under the horrified gaze of the other, her expression cold as frost. With a gentle pinch, a neck was broken, life proving so fragile... The labyrinthine alleys saw quite a few strangers, apparently conducting a thorough search. The couple surreptitiously dealt with the bodies. Dong Huiying pondered for a while, thinking that if Gold Respect was indeed Liang Zhichen... This wouldn’t be the first time, recalling the resourceful Master at Black Wind Camp, who turned out to be her own "Eldest husband." If Gold Respect was indeed Liang Zhichen, then the greatest danger at the moment was from Nu Woer. Nu Woer was an unstable factor and controlled a hundred thousand soldiers. If she died here, especially at her own hands, and those soldiers came to know of it, the future for her family would likely become even harder. After much deliberation, she started to inquire around in the markets with Lao Si. It was said that Fierce Tiger Sect and Shenglong Hall were at odds, so she decided to approach Fierce Tiger Sect. "You little rascal, watch out lest you die on a woman’s belly one day!" The steward of Fierce Tiger Sect, with a look of disdain, a gaunt man with hollow cheeks, smiled sycophantically, "Hey, don’t be angry, sir. I haven’t experienced such good days before outside here, have I?" "Underneath our Fierce Tiger Sect are dens filled with fresh maidens brought over from Dajin, much better than those coarse and robust sows from Dayuan, each of them... with a waist so slim, their skin so smooth." "Back in the day, out there we were at the mercy of those broad-shouldered, hefty women choosing as they pleased, but now, here in the Golden Triangle, without those weird rules, shouldn’t we relax a bit?" Wang San talked on like a machine gun, eventually stuffing a handful of silver into the steward’s hand. The steward showed a hint of satisfaction on his face, "You’re quite sensible, lad. Alright, off you go with those two! The brother is named Chen Si, and the sister Chen Qiqi; they just arrived today. Take care of them from now on, but don’t let them cause any trouble. You’ll have to make sure they learn all the rules of Fierce Tiger Sect too!" Wang San nodded and bowed, "Naturally, sir, rest assured, I’ll make sure to do a good job!" The steward pointed towards the pair in the corner, and as Wang San turned around, his eyes lit up with admiration. The young girl seemed only twelve or thirteen—a bit young and her skin a bit dark, but pretty nonetheless, and her green, unripe figure... probably still a virgin. "Ah, right, I forgot to tell you. Chen Si is mute but quite skilled. You shouldn’t be carousing all day long. If you’re ever idle, spar with him a bit to improve your mediocre skills!" Behind him came the steward’s lecturing voice; Wang San impatiently furrowed his brow, then took another look at "Chen Si." This man was tall and robust, clearly from Dajin, not particularly handsome, but well-built. "Your name is Chen Si?" Wang San was a man who judged others quickly; he raised his brow and disdainfully glanced at "Chen Si."