"Y-you... what are you going to do?!" the servant cried in panic as he kept crawling backward. "Sir! Everything I said was true! I promise I'll never meet secretly with the mistress again!"
"You think admitting you were wrong is enough? I'm taking one of your legs today to teach you a lesson!" Xiao Nian turned to Xie Yujiao after speaking. "Second Brother, hold him down for me!"
Xie Yujiao nodded and slowly approached the servant.
Hearing what the two burly men before him said, the servant knew there was no escaping his doom. He dropped his meek expression, gritted his teeth, and sprang to his feet, knocking Xie Yujiao aside before making for the door.
As though she had expected it all along, Xiao Nian grabbed his arm and gave it a light twist, throwing him to the floor.
She had learned plenty of fighting skills while working with a film crew's martial arts troupe. Now, a simple locking technique was more than enough to handle the man before her.
"Ow, ow, ow! It hurts like hell!" The servant seemed never to have encountered this style of martial arts before. He struggled with a miserable expression, but with his arm locked in place, the harder he struggled, the worse it hurt.
Xiao Nian was at a loss. Was she really supposed to dislocate this man's arm?
She looked up at Xie Yujiao, who seemed to understand something. Picking up a wine jar beside her, Xie Yujiao smashed it hard against the floor.
After all, they had agreed with Du Yu to use a smashing jar as the signal.
Du Yu had indeed been growing impatient. Hearing the jar shatter, he immediately charged into the house, his pounding footsteps all they could hear.
"Halt!" Du Yu burst through the doorway,