Hearing Xiangxiang’s words, Chu Lian’s heart ached terribly; that Li Fuyou had actually threatened her and even infiltrated her home.
He held Xiangxiang in his arms, "My dear, you’ve suffered. Now that I’m back, don’t be afraid. Your husband will take care of him."
Wang Xiangxiang smiled. Now she wasn’t afraid at all. The matter had been brought to light, and with Chu Lian by her side, what was there to be afraid of?
"Husband, I am not afraid now, I’m just worried—worried that he might do something terrible to everyone. I don’t want anyone to get hurt."
"Don’t worry, it won’t happen." Chu Lian said comforting her, yet a harsh glint flashed in his eyes. He had met with Acheng yesterday; how well did he handle the tasks he had been given?
A silent street with a carriage speeding along, a man inside sat resting with closed eyes.
Suddenly, the carriage shook, followed by the horrified neighing of the horses.
The man driving the carriage quickly pulled the reins tight, and the carriage came to a stop.
A masked man swiftly approached the front of the carriage, wielding a sharp sword, and thrust it into the carriage.
"Young master, be careful!" the man outside the carriage shouted.
He rushed over quickly, knocked the sword from the masked man’s hand, and tackled the attacker to the ground.
The masked man broke free, rolled on the ground, and picked up his sword again. With a swing, a dark cold light aimed straight for the throat of the carriage driver.
The sword hadn’t reached him yet, but the driver kept retreating, his back hitting the wall.
With each change of sword play from the masked man, the weapon thrust straight ahead. The carriage driver had no room left to retreat; his body sidestepped as he was pressured relentlessly by the masked man, unaware that he was being forced further and further away from the carriage and further from his young master.
The man inside the carriage, hearing his follower’s shouts, opened the carriage door only to see his retainer being entangled by the masked man.
He was well aware of his retainer’s skills, which shouldn’t have been so easily overpowered, so he decided not to intervene, also considering his own lack of martial arts prowess.
He calmly sat back inside the carriage, closing his eyes to rest, waiting for his follower to handle the masked man.
But what he didn’t expect was the carriage door to be flung open with a clang — the masked man had accomplices.
He opened his eyes, a fiercer glint within, "Who are you? Don’t you know who I am?"
"Li Fuyou, we’re here for you."
Indeed, the man inside the carriage was Dongfeng Restaurant’s Li Fuyou, and the man being accosted was his personal attendant.
After the masked man spoke, he pulled Li Fuyou out of the carriage.
Although Li Fuyou lacked superior martial arts, he could still fight a little.
After several exchanges with the masked man, he was overpowered and defeated.
Despite his defeat, Li Fuyou’s tone remained arrogant, "Who sent you? What exactly do you want to do?"
"Nothing much, just giving you a taste of the same medicine."
After saying this, the masked man pinned Li Fuyou down, grabbed his chin, and poured a powdery substance into his mouth.
Li Fuyou struggled, and even with his mouth clamped shut, he still managed to utter muffled threats, "Let me go, or you’ll regret this."
But no matter how many threats Li Fuyou made, it was in vain; the powdery substance still entered his mouth and was swallowed.
Just when Li Fuyou thought it was all over, he was thrown onto the carriage.