Cui Zili

Scenes like this were actually commonplace in troubled times; they happened all the time. But they were almost always between men and women.

This was the first time Jiang Yue had seen one man assault another.

It showed just how badly order had collapsed here.

Poor Cui Zili had been a mild-mannered scholar to begin with. Against a burly, muscular man like this, he was hopelessly outmatched and could barely resist. He was about to be overwhelmed.

If Jiang Yue hadn't arrived in time, an unthinkable scene would have unfolded in less than half a minute.

The burly man had been swaggering around, but when he turned and saw the armband identifying Jiang Yue as a guard, all that domineering bravado instantly wilted.

He hurried to his feet, bent over sheepishly, and backed aside. Then he clasped his hands over his head and crouched in the corner.

Judging by his reaction, he was clearly used to getting beaten. He knew he might be in for a thrashing, so he obediently covered his head and crouched in the corner, waiting for it.

Jiang Yue knew that, as a guard, he couldn't let his personal likes and dislikes show too plainly.

He said coldly, "If you don't want to die, then shut the hell up and behave."

The burly man had assumed there was no way he'd escape a beating. But this guard didn't seem quite so vicious, so he hurriedly put on a smile. "Old Man, I've always behaved. This kid was the one acting up. I can't stand this kind of crooked behavior, so I couldn't help teaching him a lesson."

Even he didn't believe a word of that nonsense.

Yet he had the nerve to say it with a straight face.

Jiang Yue pursed his lips and rolled his