Hong Xiangjun paused. Dong Huiying said, "Let’s go, let’s chase him." Hong Wenbin’s luck wasn’t very good. Although the forces of the third and fourth leaders had suffered heavy losses, the remaining ones had split into several groups to pursue him, and although the forces of the second leader were merely putting on a show, they still trailed far behind. He rode on the horse, looked back, and saw approximately dozens of people. His heart tightened, and because he wore handcuffs and shackles, he couldn’t spread his legs, making it inconvenient to move; he couldn’t sit up straight but had to lie sideways on the horse. Thus, the distance between them was steadily decreasing. Suddenly, a whoosh sound rang out, and an arrow shot toward him. In his panic, he rolled to the side and fell off the horse. When he climbed out of the sand, he looked coldly at the pursuers, knowing in his heart that this time, his chances were slim. It had been so many years in the blink of an eye. Back when a sudden fire at home had killed his brothers, only he and his younger sister Xiangxiang were left. If there hadn’t been that fire, Xiangxiang, once she came of age, was supposed to be the mistress of the Hong family. And if there hadn’t been the separation after the fire, if he hadn’t been tricked by Wang San and taken to the Golden Triangle, falling into the hands of Nu Woer... Perhaps, his life might have looked very different. These years, he could no longer tell what had been keeping him going. But he knew, every time he awoke from a dream at midnight, he would think of Xiangxiang. She was nicknamed Xiao Ya as a child, a tiny girl adopted by his parents, who gradually grew up. Not liking to always be called Xiao Ya, she forbade others from calling her that. He couldn’t help but smile. His only remaining family member in this world, he would probably never see her again. Initially, Dong Huiying and her group rode on camels, but their slow pace was frustrating. Fortunately, the young man had brought along some pursuers. After settling it violently, they stole a few horses, left the camels behind, and began to ride swiftly. They caught up with Hong Wenbin just as he dodged left and right, struggling hard amidst a circle of robust women. His body was already covered with wounds, almost turning into a bloody figure. "Brother—!" Hong Xiangjun’s face changed, terrified to the point of losing color. Her whip cracked loudly on the horses’ backs, and she spurred her horse forward. "Haoming?" Dong Huiyingsat in a man’s arms, she looked back at the unsmiling man. The man slightly nodded his chin, confirmed with a strong nod, and then followed up. Hong Wenbin was startled for a moment, and a long knife sliced down his back. He grunted, then staggered forward a few steps. Was he hallucinating? He thought he heard someone calling him? And that call of "brother" had touched upon the many memories buried deep in his heart from before the family fire. "Wen Bin, look, this is your sister." "When she grows up, shall we let her be your wife?" "Brother! I don’t like that girl. She’s dirty and ugly and doesn’t like to be clean. I don’t want her as our mistress." "Ah, Xiao Ya is pretty when she’s cleaned up." "Brother, brother? Does second brother not like me?" "Xiangxiang, don’t cry, our Xiao Ya is beautiful." "Wuu, wuuu, wuuu... Brother, wake up, wake up! There’s a big fire!"