The caravan captain's face darkened with a trace of anger. He turned to look at the carriage behind him, and Zhao Fu gave a slight nod. The captain chuckled in understanding and exchanged glances with the guards beside him. The others understood as well.
The many guards suddenly struck. Cold flashes of steel slashed toward the leopard-headed men. The leopard-headed men had never expected them to truly dare attack. Facing an assault from over a hundred people, this group had no strength to go berserk and was directly slaughtered.
The bound goatfolk on the other side were terrified and at a loss. Tied up like this, they could not escape even if they wanted to.
The caravan captain approached Zhao Fu for instructions on how to deal with these goatfolk.
Zhao Fu's gaze fell upon the two goatfolk women. With a light smile, he said, "Bring those two up. Release everyone else!"
The caravan captain answered knowingly and led his men to cut the ropes, letting them leave. The goatfolk gave their thanks and hurried away.
As for the two women, they too were brought before the carriage.
Neither woman knew what was happening. The caravan captain told them that his lord wished to see them. Unable to refuse, and anxious to hurry back because they worried about their father's and husband's injuries, they climbed straight into the carriage, intending to ask this lord to let them return once they had seen him.
Yet their wanton cries soon sounded from within the carriage. Zhao Fu rode them hard, savoring the flavors of the two goatfolk women.
Afterward, Zhao Fu held Yang He and Yang Lili in his arms. Their faces were flushed crimson as they lay weakly against him, panting. Both were shy and embarrassed to face one another.
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