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In the front yard of the Han family's house, in front of the slaughterhouse.

A servant hurried over, carefully holding a lit kerosene lamp in his hands.

Wang Defu and Wu Chen both looked on with gloomy expressions, their previous arrogance completely gone.

At this moment, Wu Chen could only pin his hopes on Yang Xiaoman's age. After all, she was young, and even if she could defeat him in the first few strikes, she couldn't possibly perform so perfectly in every strike, could she?

Being young and inexperienced is obviously a fatal problem for a butcher!

Han Feng glanced at the two men, but didn't press his advantage or provoke them with words.

Instead, he looked at Yang Xiaoman, and even his tone carried a hint of respect, where was the disdain from before?

"Young Butcher Yang, how do you want to compete?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoman was about to place the pig-slaughtering knife against the slaughtering table before proceeding to the next step.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she reached out, Chen Man stepped forward with a smile and took the pig-slaughtering knife, his face full of flattery.

At that moment, he was completely convinced.

Although Yang Daowang is dead, Chen Man has a premonition that a new Yang Daowang will soon appear in Shahe County!

His current decline presents him with a perfect opportunity to curry favor and build connections.

Yang Xiaoman raised her eyelids slightly at Chen Man's respectful reaction and walked to the slaughtering platform.

He casually pulled out a thin slice of pork belly and held it half an inch away from the kerosene lamp.

The lamplight illuminated the pork belly slices, and the flickering flames were clearly visible.

"hiss!"

Han Feng was the closest and saw this outrageous scene immediately.

Wang Defu couldn't help but open his mouth wide, completely unaware that Wu Chen behind him was trembling slightly.

He could tell at a glance that Yang Xiaoman's knife skills were superior to his!

But he never expected that the difference between the two would be so obvious.

Han Feng, always eager for excitement, walked up to Wu Chen's slaughtering platform, picked up a thin slice of pork belly, and, mimicking Yang Xiaoman's actions, held the slice up to the kerosene lamp.

No matter how close he got, all he could see through the slices of meat was a dark, indistinct mass.

Upon seeing this scene, Wu Chen's lips twitched violently.

His reaction at that moment was clearly noticed by Han Feng out of the corner of his eye, so he said with a smile:

"Please forgive me, Butcher Wu. I suppose it was my poor eyesight that led me to accidentally pick the thickest piece."

"In that case, I, Han, will decide that this piece will be disregarded. Mr. Wu is welcome to choose what he considers to be the thinnest slice of meat and have a rematch with Miss Yang?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoman immediately revealed a strange smile.

Was it an accident?

That was really quite careless.

Unexpectedly, this Han family head's ability to perform yin-yang rituals was quite remarkable.

Wu Chen's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, saying:

"That's enough!"

"Patriarch Han, in this competition... I, Wu Chen, have lost!"

He had a clear understanding of his own abilities. If there was no need to compare speed, he could take his time and do a fine job, reaching the level of knife skills that Yang Xiaoman was currently displaying.

Seeing Wu Chen admit defeat, Han Feng raised his eyebrows triumphantly and subconsciously looked at Wang Defu, whose face was ashen.

Before he could speak, the latter abruptly flicked his sleeve and said angrily:

"Patriarch Han, you've struck it lucky this time, managing to invite Yang Daowang's daughter."

"Otherwise, with Chen Man alone, you would undoubtedly lose today!"

Han Feng was not annoyed at all; instead, he showed a faint smile.

"Han never expected that after accepting the invitation from the Wang family, he would be defeated by the Han family before he even had a chance to show his talent."

"Looking at it this way, it does seem rather dramatic."

Upon hearing this, Wang Defu's chubby face turned bright red with anger.

He spent a full one hundred taels of silver to get Wu Chen to help him!

But what about Han Feng? He only paid a few hundred coins.

Even if the price doubles, it will only amount to a little over one or two taels of silver!

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.

If I stay here any longer, I'm afraid I won't live much longer.

"I admit defeat this time. Goodbye!"

After saying that, Wang Defu, with a dark face, clasped his hands in a fist salute and then left with Wu Chen.

Once the two figures disappeared into the corridor, Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and his gaze towards Yang Xiaoman was filled with a strange light.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Yang. I was blind before and made the mistake of judging people by their appearance. I hope you can forgive me, Miss Yang."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoman took the butcher knife from Chen Man's hand, maintaining her calm and composed demeanor.

She only saw herself as a bounty hunter. As long as her master was willing to pay, she would dare to fight even if the opponent was a fake Sword King or a real Sword King, let alone a fake one.

"Master Han, you're too kind. I'm just doing a job for money."

After saying that, she slowly extended her hand.

Seeing this, Chen Man's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

As expected of Miss Yang, she was so straightforward even when asking for money, which surprised him.

Seeing this, Han Feng's lips twitched involuntarily, and he quickly gave a wink to the old butler beside him.

After receiving the money pouch, he handed it over with both hands, saying at the same time:

"Miss Yang, this is what we agreed on beforehand, a reward of one tael of silver."

Yang Xiaoman reached out and felt the heavy weight, and a smile finally appeared on her usually calm face.

Now that she had received this reward of one or two taels of silver, she was ready to go to the Qi family to redeem her sister.

Just one step away!

"Patriarch Han, if there is nothing else, I shall take my leave now."

After saying this, Yang Xiaoman cupped his hands in greeting, stuffed the money pouch into his pocket with satisfaction, and then prepared to leave.

Han Feng's face stiffened. He wanted to say something, but then he caught a glimpse of Chen Man standing to the side and an idea immediately came to him.

"Miss Yang, please wait!"

As he spoke, he instructed Steward Han to arrange a carriage and ordered him to send a driver to take the two of them home.

Yang Xiaoman's eyes flickered, but she did not refuse.

In front of the Han family compound, she and Chen Man boarded the carriage one after the other.

Before she could even sit down properly, Yang Xiaoman noticed the latter's embarrassed expression and uneasy demeanor.

When she looked at him, even her eyes seemed to dart away.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaoman raised an eyebrow and went straight to the point:

"Butcher Chen, does Master Han have something to ask of you to accompany me?"