"...Then, with just a few swish-swish strokes, Dad cut down a whole mob of those bastards. The rest of those pricks pissed themselves on the spot..."
There were few people on the street, and Yang Ge gestured animatedly as he gave Little Yellow a vivid account of his heroic exploits the night before.
Little Yellow looked up at him, tail wagging nonstop, his figure filling those round, jet-black eyes.
Father and child headed home cheerfully. Just as they entered Firewood Gate Street, they spotted a group of brown-clad men dressed as servants surrounding two slender young women, clamoring about something.
He looked more closely. Weren't the two girls trapped among those brown-clad servants the Xie sisters who lived next door?
"It's the New Year. Why do I keep running into these ill-omened bastards?"
He clicked his tongue in irritation. Ever since learning that this family's surname was Xie, he had known they were certainly not as frail and defenseless as they appeared. He wanted to turn a blind eye, but then he remembered how the younger girl was always fussing over him, calling him Brother Yang this and Brother Yang that. He felt too embarrassed to ignore her...
"What a nuisance."
Sighing, he walked over and called out from a distance, "Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? Harassing women in broad daylight-does the law mean nothing to you?"
Hearing someone meddle in their affairs, the entire group of brown-clad servants turned toward him.
The crowd parted, revealing a short young man in a gaudy gold-and-red patterned outfit, a sable cloak draped over his shoulders with a show of dignity, and a small copper hand warmer in his hands. He looked Yang Ge up and down with a contemptuous, sinister expression.
At that moment, a brown-clad servant leaned toward the