Lin Shuguang had only stretched his muscles a little, yet he had scared the young masters and ladies so pale that they could not utter a word for a long time.
Wang Yabei proved fairly reliable. Once he recovered, he immediately said, "Brother Lin, head back first. Once the Wan Family arrives, we'll be in serious trouble."
Wei Lin also came over and said quietly, "Young master, let's go back first. I'll report this to the master and let him decide. Wan Zhenguo was the first to speak out of turn this time. We're in the right."
Lin Shuguang shook his head, not taking the Wan Family seriously at all. "Don't panic."
He hefted the money pouch in his hand a few times.
Wan Zhenguo had carried quite a bit of money on him: a full three taels of loose silver and two hundred-tael banknotes.
"I'll take this for my medical expenses. Next time, take a good look at what you are before provoking me."
"Lin Shuguang!" Overcome with rage, Wan Zhenguo tipped his head back and spat out a mouthful of blood, passing out on the spot.
Lin Shuguang looked away and made to leave.
But the Wan Family's guards blocked his path, refusing to budge.
Their commander said gravely, "Young Master Lin, don't make this difficult for us. You injured our young master. You must give us an explanation."
Wei Lin drew his saber and stepped forward to confront them, his gaze locked on them.
Lin Shuguang merely raised his eyebrows. "Want an explanation? Fine."
He stepped forward. As he brushed past Wang Yabei, the latter felt the scabbard in his hand grow lighter.
Clang!
The next instant, a cold blade slid out of its sheath.
Violent saber light swept through the seventh-floor corridor, a powerful gust whipping