Duàn Yì drifted soundlessly down from the rooftop. With a flicker of movement, he darted out of the courtyard like a ghostly phantom, concealing himself in a dark corner without making the slightest sound.
When the two maidservants passed by, laughing and chatting, he struck with the speed of thunder before one could cover one's ears, sealing their acupoints. The two young girls could not move at all and could only stare wide-eyed, stiff as wooden statues.
Duàn Yì had learned the Minor Capturing Hand, which contained techniques for seizing acupoints and dislocating bones. He had also memorized the meridians and major acupoints of the human body. Dealing with two little girls who knew no martial arts was like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.
Of course, it was impossible to say that his acupoint-sealing technique was particularly profound.
He looked around in all directions. Seeing no one nearby, Duàn Yì set the soup bowl one of the maidservants carried on the ground in a shadowy corner, then grabbed a girl in each hand and slipped off to one side.
Under the innocent, terrified gaze of the slightly taller and sturdier maidservant, he stripped off her upper garment and outer trousers, leaving only her plain white underclothes. At least she was not completely exposed.
From beginning to end, the maidservant never saw Duàn Yì's face. She was helplessly manipulated by another, and now that her clothes had been stripped away, she thought her chastity was about to be ruined. Tears streamed down her face. Blown by the autumn night wind, they felt cold and chilling, just like her heart at that moment.
Duàn Yì was no upright gentleman, but neither was he a flower-plucking thief who stole jade and sampled fragrance. After removing the maidservant's women's clothing, he took