The clothes and handkerchiefs all fell to the ground, scattered in a tangled mess.
Yan Xiurong's face went deathly pale. She watched with her own eyes as Ci Mang and his two men trampled her clothes and embroidery.
She clenched her fists so tightly that her whole body shook with rage!
"Hmph, Deputy Leader, you've got some nerve, shielding this bitch and harboring an assassin!"
Ci Mang raised his blade toward Uncle Qi, then took another close look around and discovered that Yan Xiurong had hidden two children behind her.
"Leader, after you left, I discovered that Miss Yan was hiding people here. Her room had also been left in a mess, so I thought I'd tie these two up and make them help clean it. Once they finished, I'd take them back for you to deal with as you saw fit."
With that, Uncle Qi pushed Yan Xiurong aside, snatched the strip of cloth from her hand, and pulled the two children out.
Seeing that the children really were bound and unable to escape, Ci Mang softened his tone a little. "Is that true?"
Uncle Qi hastily nodded.
At a time like this, he had to protect himself and his young miss. As for these two children, they would have to count themselves unlucky. Once they were taken to the Camp, he would find a way to get them out.
"It seems Miss Yan is very fond of these children. You even dared to hide them from me. You washed all this by hand, didn't you? That must have taken quite a while."
A smile curled Ci Mang's lips. He hooked one of the young woman's garments with his blade and brought it within reach.
Then, riiip!
He tore it to shreds.
Everyone present paled.
Fury surged through Xia