A commotion erupted on the street.

Jiang Si quickly walked to the window and looked down.

Several men who looked like thugs had surrounded Er Niu, cautiously approaching it. Each of them held a thick wooden club in their hands.

Not far away stood two men side by side. One wore a brocade robe and held a folding fan, while the other wore a plain white robe.

Jiang Si recognized both of these men.

The one in the brocade robe was Cui Yi, son of Princess Rongyang and General Cui Xu. He had recently been bitten by Er Niu on the street. The other was Yang Shengcai, grandson of the Minister of Rites.

Jiang Si’s gaze lingered on Yang Shengcai’s face for a moment.

The young man, who didn’t look much older than her brother, had a presentable appearance. Yet he was the murderer who had caused her brother’s death. However, she only knew that her second brother’s death was related to Yang Shengcai, but didn’t know the specific circumstances.

“Miss, that dog will be beaten to death by them. Should this servant go down to help?” A Man poked her head out, her face full of worry.

Jiang Si pressed her lips together as she looked down: “Let’s wait and see for now.”

Based on her understanding of Er Niu, those thugs might not be a match for it.

“Miss, seeing that dog surrounded by them makes this servant quite nervous,” A Man unconsciously gripped the windowsill.

“Its name is Er Niu.”

A Man looked at Jiang Si.

Jiang Si smiled, “That dog is called Er Niu. It has a name.”

“How does Miss know this?” A Man was puzzled.

Jiang Si hesitated, then lightly coughed and said, “I heard its owner call it that the other day.”

A Man’s eyes rolled as she remembered the young man who was even more handsome than Jiang Zhan, and she blurted out, “You mean that good-looking scoundrel!”

Jiang Si’s face flushed then darkened: “What kind of description is that!”

Was it excusable to be called a scoundrel just because one was good-looking?

A Man blinked, looking very innocent: “This servant thinks it’s quite an apt description.”

“Enough!” Jiang Si lightly scolded, her attention drawn back to the commotion downstairs.

One of the thugs let out a roar, swinging his club at Er Niu.

Er Niu nimbly dodged, then leaped up and bit the man’s wrist.

The man let out a scream of pain, dropping his club to the ground.

Seeing this, the others immediately started swinging their clubs wildly.

Er Niu didn’t let go of the man it was biting. Its hind legs kicked hard, striking another man who was approaching in the face. Then it nimbly jumped and weaved between the thugs.

By the time the onlookers realized what was happening, several thugs were already lying on the ground, clutching their wounds and wailing in pain.

People couldn’t help but rub their eyes in disbelief.

This dog was incredible!

The big dog raised its head and barked once, then walked step by step towards Cui Yi and Yang Shengcai. Along the way, it stepped on the face of one of the fallen thugs without even glancing down.

All the onlookers felt uneasy.

This dog wasn’t just incredible, it was arrogant too. Whose dog was this anyway?

“Miss, why does this servant feel like Er Niu just barked at you?”

Jiang Si didn’t answer, her gaze following the big dog’s figure.

She had heard a reassuring tone in Er Niu’s bark just now.

Was Er Niu worried about her?

“Don’t come any closer, don’t come—” Faced with the approaching Er Niu, Cui Yi had a massive psychological shadow. He retreated step by step, his face pale.

“Cui Yi, your men aren’t very impressive. Several of them can’t even handle one dog,” Yang Shengcai mocked, stroking his chin.

“Cui Cheng, Cui Gong, are you all dead? Come out quickly!” Cui Yi shouted.

Two figures almost simultaneously landed in front of Cui Yi.

Cui Yi’s expression relaxed, and he waved his folding fan.

Fortunately, he had the foresight to realize these household guards were unreliable after being surrounded by a pack of dogs last time. So he had pestered his father until he was given two old personal guards who had retired from the battlefield.

These two old guards were battle-hardened killers who wouldn’t bat an eye at taking a life. Dealing with a lame dog would be a piece of cake for them.

Jiang Si, who had been watching the scene unfold, suddenly became serious.

She could smell the scent of veterans who had been through numerous battles with these two men.

“Miss, should we go down? This servant feels these two men are not simple,” A Man also grew nervous.

“No, we can’t help much if we go down. Standing here gives us a better vantage point to react,” Jiang Si pondered for a moment, suppressing her impulsive thoughts.

She had learned a few clever moves from Yu Qi before, which might work to catch ordinary people off guard, but clearly wouldn’t be enough in a real fight. As for A Man, her martial skills would probably be considered flashy but impractical against these two ordinary-looking middle-aged men.

Er Niu was very sensitive to the aura of the two middle-aged men. Its hair stood on end, and it let out a low growl.

The two men and the dog quickly engaged in combat.

The onlookers held their breath, seeing the brutality of war in this fight between two men and a dog.

One of the men had a chunk of flesh bitten out of his calf by Er Niu, blood dripping down. Er Niu no longer had the composure it showed when dealing with the thugs earlier. It was panting heavily with its tongue out.

That lame leg had ultimately slowed the big dog down at the crucial moment.

“Miss, it looks like Er Niu might be in trouble,” A Man couldn’t sit still as the situation downstairs became more intense.

Jiang Si put a teacup into A Man’s hand: “Hold onto this. If Er Niu can’t hold on, throw it at the man in the brocade robe.”

Jiang Si was referring to Cui Yi.

Originally, she hated Yang Shengcai more than the two, but since the two middle-aged men were Cui Yi’s people, they would undoubtedly prioritize Cui Yi’s safety.

“Beast, let’s see how arrogant you are now!” Perhaps frustrated by being put in such a predicament by a lame dog, one of the men suddenly pulled out a gleaming dagger from his leg wrappings and stabbed at Er Niu.

“Kill it! We’ll have dog meat today!” Cui Yi shouted excitedly.

They should have used a knife to skin this beast long ago, but these two old fools had to be so stubborn.

According to the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, ordinary people were not allowed to carry weapons, but privileged classes like Cui Yi were not restricted.

The shining dagger reflected cold light in the sunlight, causing the onlookers to involuntarily step back.

A Man hesitated no longer and threw the teacup with all her might.

The celadon teacup traced an arc through the air, accurately hitting Cui Yi on the forehead.

Cui Yi let out a miserable cry and fell backward.

The two men fighting Er Niu quickly rushed towards Cui Yi.

However, a black and yellow figure showed no weakness, reaching there before them.

The large dog, about half the height of a person, pressed one front paw on Cui Yi’s forehead, which was bleeding profusely. It leisurely wagged its tail while watching the approaching men.

Cui Yi was so frightened he couldn’t even feel the pain in his forehead. He stammered, “Quick, save me—”

“Beast, get away now!” one of the middle-aged men shouted.

Er Niu glanced at him.

The man was stunned for a moment, suddenly feeling as if his eyes were playing tricks on him.

Why did he seem to see contempt in this dog’s eyes?

It must have been a mistake.

Then, the man saw the big dog lift its paw slightly and slowly press it against Cui Yi’s throat.

The entire scene fell silent.

This dog must have become a spirit!