In mere moments, the brocade-clad young master had been stripped down to a loincloth and was trembling.
"Y-you... what are you going to do!?"
"What are we going to do? Done putting on an act?"
"Hey, stop hitting him. We're not bandits."
As Li Ping'an spoke, he checked the young master's clothes inside and out, making sure nothing valuable remained.
Then he pried off the little gold pieces decorating them, one by one.
The young master felt terribly wronged. If you people aren't bandits, there are no bandits in this world.
Smack!
A resounding slap landed on the young master's face.
The young master gave a muffled groan. The slap was so powerful
that it sent one of his teeth flying, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Jing Yu said, "Remember to take a detour whenever you see me from now on. Otherwise, I'll beat you every time I see you. Got it?"
Just then, a voice suddenly spoke from the upper floor.
"You've gone a little too far. What he did was certainly wrong, but you have no right to lay hands on him and teach him a lesson."
They looked up and saw an old man sitting on the other side of the upper floor, waving a folding fan. He looked like a scholar and carried himself with distinction.
"I have some acquaintance with this man's father. I cannot stand by and watch him be bullied.
"Standing up for justice and defending the wronged is a good thing, but you've gone a little too far," the old man said lightly.
Jing Yu snorted. "You certainly know when to speak up, old man. Where were you when he was bullying that mother and daughter?"
"He was merely drunk. Who is without fault? You, on the other hand,