Reinforcements-Are You Sure He's Your Son?

I hadn't done anything at all.

Yet Ye Jinghong had managed to take on three opponents by herself. I could tell that the three prison guards were being completely suppressed by her. If I hadn't been standing so close, dealing with those three guards would have posed no pressure to Ye Jinghong at all. In fact, she seemed to be fighting more easily as the battle went on.

Seeing that he was no match for Ye Jinghong, the guard said to his men, "Retreat!"

Running when they couldn't win was not necessarily an unwise choice.

The biggest taboo at a time like this was failing to recognize one's own limits and always having the delusion that Laozi was invincible. Of course, there was another possibility: even if they knew they couldn't take me down, they had no choice. Whatever their superiors ordered them to do, they had to do it.

Of course, if they truly lacked the ability, then as long as they had done their best, it would no longer be their problem.

"Run? Where do you think you're going?" Ye Jinghong leaped up and blocked the lead guard who was trying to leave. Realizing that things had gone wrong, the man could only step forward and try to ingratiate himself.

The other two men actually abandoned him and fled.

He cursed under his breath, then smiled at Ye Jinghong. "We're just trying to make a living. Those matters have nothing to do with us."

Ye Jinghong's halberd was already pressed against his throat. It was as though a single wrong word would cause the weapon to pierce his body. That would not be a simple injury—his soul might even be devoured.

"I'll only ask you a few questions. Answer them well, and I'll naturally let you go," I