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Ashuang bit her lip until it turned white, but she didn't cry... Crying was useless; she had known that all along.

From a young age, she learned to swallow her voice; the more completely she swallowed it, the less attention she would attract, and the better she would survive.

Ashuang's eyes were still bright, but they were no longer lively; they no longer had the radiance they should have had.

When Ye Xiao saw her eyes, it felt as if a blunt knife had been plunged into his heart.

Lin Yan was trembling violently beside him, almost kneeling down:

"Brother Xiao...don't go..."

His feelings were incredibly complicated; he hoped that Ashuang could be rescued, but he was also worried that something might happen to Ye Xiao.

Ye Xiao didn't turn around, but only said one sentence to him:

"Go and buy some dry rations right now and take them to the usual place."

He spoke calmly, but he forced back the breath he was about to exhale.

The Crimson Blood Stake fears nothing more than a chaotic mind. If the mind is chaotic, the blood will rush first, and then the flaw will be revealed.

Lin Yan tried to grab him, but it was too late. Ye Xiao had already put on the mask he had prepared on the way and walked out along the wall.

At this moment, he desperately hoped that Ye Xiao would not get into trouble, otherwise he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

Ye Xiao didn't walk fast, but he calculated every step he took.

After the bone-casting process, his feet landed more heavily, as if a hard shell had been added to his bones.

The force no longer disperses on the skin and flesh, but instead rises up from the heels, pressing all the way to the waist and back.

He didn't confront them head-on.

He couldn't contend with the opponent in terms of either numbers or strength; a head-on charge would be like offering himself up as cannon fodder.

Under the lamp at the street corner, there was a basket of fried dough sticks piled up. The old man selling the sticks had his shoulders hunched and his eyes darting around. The Green Owl Gang had collected money from the stall owners, so they dared to set up their stalls here. Usually, it was just a fig leaf to block people's view.

Ye Xiao walked around the stall from behind, his fingertip lightly touching the edge of the pancake basket, where he bumped into a broken porcelain bowl.

The porcelain bowl slipped and shattered with a crash.

The outer henchmen of the Green Owl Gang immediately turned around and cursed, "You son of a bitch..."

Before they could finish cursing, Ye Xiao flicked his toe, sending the broken porcelain shards flying past the hind legs of the black tarpaulin-covered wagon pulling the cart in the narrow street.

The mule was startled and struggled violently, causing the harness to snap with a loud thud. Its neighing ripped the atmosphere from the narrow street.

The crowd was briefly thrown into disarray.

This was the moment Ye Xiao wanted.

Crimson Blood Stake's breath suddenly deepened in his chest, as if scalding blood was being forced into his bones. The power that had been accumulating beforehand suddenly exploded. It wasn't a stretching out, but a bursting out.

He touched the ground with his toes, landing lightly but quickly, like a dark shadow flashing past under the lamplight.

The henchman had barely turned his head and caught a glimpse of a shadow out of the corner of his eye when Ye Xiao was already beside Ashuang.

He didn't cut people, he only cut ropes.

The shard of porcelain held between her fingertips was as thin as a knife, and she wiped it along the knot of the rope.

"laugh!"

The string broke.

Ashuang was stunned for a moment, then her eyes widened suddenly.

She was as if she had been dragged out of very deep water, and her whole body froze at first.

The next moment, she instinctively shrank back, trying to pull her wrist back as if afraid it would be pulled back, and her breathing became disordered.

Ye Xiao whispered only one word:

"Walk."

Originally frightened, Ashuang felt relieved upon hearing the familiar voice, but before she could take two steps, her legs gave way and she almost fell.

She had been bound by the thin rope for too long, and her wrists felt like they were on fire. Her legs were also numb from squatting for so long, and every step she took felt like stepping into thin air.

The wind was damp, and the moonlight was as thin as paper, casting barely a shadow on the ground.

Ah Shuang gritted her teeth and held on, her fingertips instinctively grabbing Ye Xiao's clothes, not to ask for help, but to stop him from going any further.

She looked up at him, her lips pale, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible:

"Don't...don't die for me."

Ye Xiao didn't say anything more. He grabbed her and tried to lift her onto his back.

Before he could react, a hand reached out from the side and gripped his wrist like an iron clamp.

The moment he gripped her wrist, his wrist bone cracked with a "crack," and the pain made his vision go black; his fingers almost slipped away.

Ye Xiao turned his head and saw a person with clean sleeves standing beside him. The person had an ordinary face, but his eyes were cold and devoid of any warmth.

He showed no further expression, only saying, "You dare touch the people on that list?"

Ye Xiao did not answer.

He gritted his teeth, and the power of the Crimson Blood Stake erupted once more. The Three Bone-Forging Sounds followed, and the power of his muscles and bones suddenly burst outward.

It exploded open, and a metallic taste instantly rose in my throat.

It's not the smell of an injury, but the taste of blood being forced to its limit.

He could hear his heart pounding like a drum, each beat pressing against his ribs.

Ignoring the changes in his body, Ye Xiao lowered his shoulder blades and unleashed the full force of his perfected Bengyue Fist, combined with his stance power. He didn't aim to injure anyone, but only to create an opening for people to escape.

Even though his opponent was unfathomable, he knew that if he wanted Ashuang to leave, he had to push the person in front of him aside.

The person with clean sleeves casually slapped his hand, trying to block Ye Xiao's fist, but was knocked back half a step, and his eyes darkened for the first time.

Taking advantage of that moment, Ye Xiao turned around and pushed Ashuang towards the alley entrance:

"Survive, run! Don't look back! Go to the usual place!"

Ashuang staggered two steps, turned back to look at him, her eyes filled with fear and reluctance.

She tried to speak, but only managed a hoarse sound, as if her throat had been choked, and her lips were bitten until they bled. Finally, she turned and disappeared into the shadows of the alley.

Ye Xiao did not turn around.

The person in front of him was stronger than him. The other party hadn't even exerted any real strength, yet he had already ruptured the tiger's mouth, causing drops of blood to fall.

If a real fight were to break out, he would have no chance of winning.

The person with clean cuffs remained calm, as if Ye Xiao were not an obstacle:

"In the early stages of bone forging, his fist techniques were quite good, and his stance training was surprisingly strong, which was somewhat unexpected."

"But you think you can save people from under my command like this? That's far from enough. Your life is mine... and that woman won't be able to escape either."

Ye Xiao's eyes were cold and hard.

He knew the other party wasn't exaggerating.

But the person who owes a life is most afraid of not repaying the debt... Since he has made the choice, he will not regret it.

With his breath compressed to its limit in his chest, Crimson Blood Stake's breathing was almost out of control, and muffled sounds came from deep within his bones, as if something was knocking inside.

Ye Xiao continuously accumulated and compressed the power and strength of the Crimson Blood Stake, waiting for the right moment to unleash it completely.

Seeing this, Liang Zhou was about to rush towards Ye Xiaochong.

"stop."

A woman's voice fell from the shadow of the high wall.

Before the person even landed, the faint shouts and gasps in the narrow street seemed to be cut off by an invisible hand, and fell silent instantly.

She landed very lightly.

Her boots stepped into the wet mud, but not a single speck of mud was splashed up, as if the dirt on the ground was not worthy of touching her.

Her clothes were plain and simple, with a short shawl over them. The tailoring was neat and simple. It should have been the most inconspicuous outfit, but on her, it looked surprisingly good.

Her hair was tied up very tightly, with a black hairpin held down horizontally. A thin strand of green thread hung from the end of the hairpin, swaying slightly with her movements, yet without becoming messy.

Her features weren't striking, yet they were unforgettable at first glance. Her eyebrows and eyes were like ink marks on snow, and when illuminated by the light, her features were excessively clear, and her coldness seemed to stifle one's words.

That's not the kind of beauty a downtown town should have.

It is the kind of beauty that can only be honed at a high level, above order.

Several pairs of eyes in the narrow street were subconsciously drawn to her, but quickly looked away, not because they didn't want to look, but because they didn't dare.

She stood there, unmoved, yet it was as if she held the very essence and life and death of this street in her hands.

She didn't look at Ye Xiao first, nor at anyone else.

She first looked at the tire tracks: the wheel tracks were deep, the mud was not dry, and fresh grass clippings were still hanging under the axle. Then she glanced at the nails and knots on the wooden sign next to the cart. The knots were not all tight but were arranged in an orderly manner. Finally, her gaze swept over the marks on the girls' wrists, red, purple, and different shades... It wasn't the first time.

She looked up as if she had mentally flipped through a case file, her voice still low, yet as cold as an official decree:

"The Town Administration is handling the case."

"Close the street."

She raised her hand, and the thin blue rope around her wrist swayed gently. The white jade piece at the end of the rope flashed in the lamplight, but the fine patterns on the back were not clearly visible.

"Anyone who acts without authorization will be punished as if defying orders."

Upon hearing the woman's words, the outer Green Owl Gang's henchmen's curses stuck in their throats, and their grip on their sticks trembled.

Some people even collapsed to the ground due to their legs giving way.

They couldn't recognize the patterns on the token, but they recognized the three characters "Zhencheng Si"... That was no ordinary existence; it was a level that could only be looked up to.

In their eyes, the city's defense command was already a force to be reckoned with, a veritable knife-wielding government office in the upper city.

But no matter how ruthless, it's still the city lord's hand.

The Town Guard is different.

Its power is greater; it is in charge of people and cases that cross the line. Even the city guards have to give way when they see it, and the city lord is afraid of getting burned if he touches it.

Town!

The weight of those two words is so immense that it's almost suffocating.

Downtown gangs are never afraid of losing a few brothers; what they fear most is being targeted by the rulers of Uptown.

The town's commander is truly an outstanding individual.

Once you're targeted, the investigation won't focus on who did the knife, but on who has been involved in this network and suffered losses. In the end, everyone will be thoroughly investigated and removed without even a chance to protest.

Everyone present instinctively stepped back half a step to the sides, creating a narrow gap.