Although Tang Si ran very fast, she was still noticed.

Her front foot had barely taken off when she heard a voice from behind: “Third Master, she’s there!”

Among the group entering the city gate, someone pointed their hand.

Pointing precisely in the direction of Tang Si’s escape.

The person addressed as “Third Master” was precisely that middle-aged man with the beard and sharp eyes. He looked in that direction and indeed saw that all-too-familiar figure.

Instantly furious, he ordered, “Chase her down.”

“Yes.” The three people beside him took off running after her.

At this moment, Jingrong and the other two were still stunned in place. Though they hadn’t figured out the situation, once they reacted, they quickly chased after as well.

In the end, Tang Si was cornered by those people in a dead-end alley.

No way to escape even with wings!

One person said, “A Si, Third Master has been looking for you for a long time. Hurry and come back with us.”

Though Tang Si was surrounded, her defiant spirit didn’t diminish. Lifting her chin, she glared at them. “You three listen well—if you don’t let me go, I’ll whip you to death with a few lashes.”

“Even if you beat us to death, we can’t let you leave.”

“You…” Tang Si said, “Fine, you want to take me back, right? Then take my corpse back.”

“A Si, why are you so stubborn?”

“Stop the nonsense. If you want to fight, pull out your blades.” Her face showed absolute determination.

Anyway, she only had one life to lose, one head to give.

Those few people knew she wouldn’t yield to force, so they had to try a gentler approach.

“A Si, you’ve been in Dalin for so long—you should have had enough fun by now. Third Master is truly worried about you. Otherwise he wouldn’t have come out personally to find you. You know we can’t possibly fight you. Just be obedient and come back with us, or else Third Master will take our lives.” Their faces showed bitter distress.

Hoping these words would soften this woman’s heart.

But—

Tang Si didn’t buy it. She suddenly yanked the silver whip from around her waist and lashed it fiercely at the ground.

“Crack!”

She took two steps forward.

“Make your move.”

The three people looked at each other, gripping their curved blades, not knowing what to do. If they injured her, Third Master would take their lives. If they let her go, Third Master would also take their lives.

A dilemma!

Just at this moment, Jingrong and the others caught up.

They saw this scene in the dead-end alley!

“Who are you people? If you know what’s good for you, let her go immediately.” Muruo’s brows furrowed tightly, his tone mixed with tension.

Hearing the voice, the three turned around, faces full of vigilance, gripping their curved blades tightly, clearly intending to draw them.

“This is none of your business!”

“She’s my person—how is it none of my business!” Muruo raised an eyebrow.

My person?

Hearing this, Tang Si’s lips secretly curved into a smile.

But those three people were confused and just said, “You all get lost quickly, don’t interfere.”

“Impudent!” Jingrong was furious.

The next moment, he kicked up a piece of wood from the ground and viciously kicked it over.

Great force.

Accurate direction.

It struck the man on the left squarely in the head.

“Ugh!”

That man staggered backward several steps before steadying himself.

This kick thoroughly enraged those three people, who said, “Where did this fool with no sense of mortality come from? Seeking death.”

With those words, they all drew their curved blades and advanced to fight.

Jingrong immediately pushed Ji Yunshu to the side, instructing, “Just watch.”

She nodded and obediently retreated a few steps.

Tang Si also gripped her whip and joined the “battle.”

Three against three!

One on one!

Those three Houliao people were full of strength and had decent martial skills, but even so, they were still no match for Jingrong and Muruo.

When they were defeated, they all lay prostrate on the ground.

With no power to fight back.

Muruo seized one of the curved blades, backhanded it to grip one person’s neck, and asked harshly, “Want to die or want to live?”

“If you’ve got the guts, kill me.”

“You think I don’t dare?” He applied force with his arm, just about to raise the curved blade to scare the man. But just as his wrist lifted, a force came from somewhere and slapped his elbow hard, causing his entire hand to go numb. The curved blade immediately slipped from his palm and fell to the ground. Before he could react, his shoulder was seized from behind by a pair of burly, powerful arms, and the index and middle fingers of the person behind him were immediately pressed against the artery on his neck.

With just a bit of force, his life would end.

Who was it?

Jingrong was about to step forward to rescue him, but saw Tang Si rush forward and shout loudly at the man behind Muruo.

“Father.”

Huh?

Father?

Muruo, Jingrong, and Ji Yunshu were instantly dumbfounded.

The person restraining Muruo was precisely that middle-aged man full of murderous aura.

“Let him go. If you hurt him, I’ll die right in front of you.” Tang Si wasn’t just talking—she pulled out a dagger from her waist and held it against her own neck.

Father Tang’s eyes blazed with fury. After hesitating a moment, he had no choice but to release Muruo.

“Cough, cough…”

Muruo choked. Originally his heart was burning with rage, but hearing Tang Si call that man “father,” his anger inexplicably dissipated.

He stood there in a daze!

The three people on the ground all got up and walked behind Father Tang, looking like they were saying “Boss, avenge us.”

Father Tang scolded Tang Si harshly, “You’d better give me a reasonable explanation, or I’ll cripple you.”

His voice echoed through the alley, deafening…

Tang Si put down the dagger in her hand, pursed her lips, and said, “Even if I need to explain, shouldn’t we find a suitable place?”

“Wherever you’re staying, that’s where we’ll talk.”

“Ah?”

“Lead the way!”

No room for rebuttal.

Tang Si looked toward Muruo, seeking his agreement.

Did Muruo dare not agree? His neck still hurt, so he could only nod.

Thus, Tang Si led her father, preparing to go to Yuhua Pavilion.

But when Father Tang passed by Ji Yunshu’s side, his steps suddenly paused. He turned his head to look at her, and his originally sharp eyes suddenly deepened, carrying an expression that was hard to fathom.

Like… a feeling of familiarity?

Ji Yunshu met his gaze, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly.

Did she have flowers on her face? Or what?

Seeing this, Jingrong immediately pulled his woman to his side, protecting her.

Father Tang then withdrew his gaze and tossed a sentence at Muruo: “You come too.”

Having said that, he led his people and followed Tang Si out of the alley.

Muruo quickly tugged at Jingrong, saying, “Come with me to Yuhua Pavilion.”

“Why?”

“Who knows, there might be another tough battle ahead. If you’re there, I’ll have more confidence.”

Jingrong glanced at him. “You’re meeting your father-in-law yourself—why drag me into it?”

Pfft—

Muruo was speechless.

But in the end, he still dragged Jingrong and Ji Yunshu to Yuhua Pavilion.

In the hall of the rear courtyard, Father Tang sat in the seat of honor. Jingrong and Ji Yunshu sat on the left, and Tang Si stood in the middle.

When Muruo was about to sit down, Father Tang said, “You stand too.”

What?

His jaw nearly dropped. “This is my place—why should I stand?”

“Your place?”

“Yes.”

Father Tang’s face immediately darkened as he glared at Tang Si.

He demanded, “You’re living together already?”