Fortunately, the two of them still knew enough to dodge the shoves and show the Fighting Spirit in their hands as a warning. Ye Chuqi decided her friends weren't beyond saving after all. The locals seemed certain they wouldn't strike, so they kept surrounding them and blocking their way. Still, wary of their Fighting Spirit, no one dared get close.
As the standoff dragged on, the locals kept shouting over one another. There was so much information, delivered in such strange accents, that Ye Chuqi could only pick out the essentials. Someone had been attacked, and because the two young men were the only ones at the scene, the locals had decided they were the culprits?
Ye Chuqi tapped the nearby wall with her sword sheath and watched a large clump of dust fall from its mottled surface. "Do you need me to report... report the incident?" She had nearly called it "calling the police." "Someone's hurt. Have you sent for a healer?"
In modern society, there was a word for this sort of thing: a staged accident.
"If someone attacked another person for no reason, we'd better get the guards to arrest the culprit." Ye Chuqi smiled with utter sincerity. Her words might have been more convincing if she hadn't been holding a long, heavy sword. "And if someone's hurt, why haven't you called a healer? Aren't you afraid that if you wait much longer, it'll be too late to save them?"
"Pah! Where did this wild brat come from? You're the one who's beyond saving!"
Ye Chuqi looked at the old woman who had spat at her and understood. She had to be one of the people behind this scheme—a relative of the injured party.
"Oh, so they can be saved. That means the injury isn't serious, and