Hong Xiangjun had broken a leg, and she was confined in a woodshed, her body emitting a strange odor, completely devoid of the grace and elegance she once had, her eyes now full of shadows. She clenched her fist and smashed it down on the floor, her face full of resentment and defiance. Biting her lip, her eyes red, a face flashed before her eyes—a scarred face, just like Lao Si of the Liang family, both disfigured by a fire. She could still not forget that incident, when she was only in her teens, amidst the flames, a man wrapping his arms around her shoulders, gently coaxing her, "Xiangxiang, don’t be afraid, it’s okay, big brother is here, brother is here..." Later, she and the man escaped from the fire, but some complications arose, and they had been separated for many years. Hong Xiangjun forcefully closed her eyes, and a line of tears streamed down her cheeks. Over the years, she had constantly been searching for him, trying to bring him back. She worked hard to make money, and she put all the silver she earned into searching for him. Wang San, Wang San... This despicable and shameless little man! Originally, Wang San was a neighbor of the Hong family, but since the man disappeared, Wang San had also been out of touch. In those years, when banditry was rampant, Hong Xiangjun thought Wang San had died, but a few months ago, she finally obtained some information from an informant; Hong Wenbin, her foster brother, had been taken away by Wang San, and it was because of Wang San that she and her brother were separated! After entering the Golden Triangle, she inquired for a long time and gathered some clues, and deduced some of what had happened. Her hatred for Wang San surpassed everything; she really wanted to kill Wang San, but she had miscalculated. Times had changed; Wang San was no longer the same Wang San from before. She couldn’t do anything to him, and instead, she had fallen into Wang San’s hands. She choked up, angry at her own helplessness. Someone imitated a cat outside the woodshed. Hong Xiangjun was startled, then heard the person say, "Sister Hong, it’s me." Dong Huiying had come to rescue her and had been very careful. She dared not make too much noise, quietly cut open the padlock with a small knife, and silently pushed the door open, then saw Hong Xiangjun sitting on the ground, her face streaked with tears. "Lady Xiao Dong?" Hong Xiangjun widened her eyes. "Shh, let’s leave here first!" She helped Hong Xiangjun up, saw her broken leg, and then, with effort, hoisted Hong Xiangjun onto her back. She grabbed Liang Haoming, and then, blending into the night, quietly whisked her away from prying eyes. In the maze of alleys, a scream followed by Hong Xiangjun catching her breath. She supported herself with one hand behind her and saw Lady Xiao Dong holding a wooden plank, ready to bind to her leg. The house used to be inhabited by Dong Huiying and Liang Haoming, and was fully equipped for living. After setting Hong Xiangjun’s broken leg, she gave her a few instructions, then asked about Wang San, "Sister Hong, what exactly is your issue with Wang San?" Hong Xiangjun’s expression flickered, then she replied, "That Wang San, he’s no good." But beyond that, she did not mention anything about her own issues. Dong Huiying thought for a moment, "Never mind, I won’t ask anymore. Just stay here and rest; anyhow, you have to heal your leg injury first." Looking at the sky, it was almost dawn. She had originally planned to return to the Fierce Tiger Sect with Liang Haoming, but suddenly, Hong Xiangjun stopped her.