After nearly half an incense stick of time, the deathly silent square finally erupted into noise. The people who had come back to their senses all hurried away with excited expressions. What nonsense—once the great hero left, the square would be the Zhao family's domain. Who would be foolish enough to stay behind and invite trouble? Hadn't they seen the Zhao family's young master get taught a lesson? Maybe the Zhao family was looking for someone to vent their anger on.
But where did the Zhao family have the leisure to care about them? A group of servants led by Fugui immediately crowded around, each expressing concern and heartfelt loyalty.
Sun Yiding set the fat man down and examined him carefully, feeling both relief and worry. The relief was that the fat man's life was not in danger; the great hero had shown mercy. The worry was that the fat man's thigh had been kicked broken. If things went badly, he might spend the rest of his life with a crutch for company. No matter what, Sun Yiding had failed as a bodyguard and would certainly be punished when he returned.
Sun Yiding sighed, had Fugui carry the fat man on his back, and hurried home.
Before they had even reached the manor, Master Zhao had already received the news. He personally brought people out to meet them. Seeing his son in such a miserable state, his heart twisted like a knife. He shot Sun Yiding a vicious glare, directed the servants to place the fat man in a carriage, then ordered someone to quickly invite Hall Master Zhao of the Fierce Tiger Gang and a famous physician from Lu Town.
Before long, Hall Master Zhao and the physician both arrived. The physician was led into the inner hall to