Bai Ding thought it over. Since he was going to die either way, he might as well die a little later!
"Release him."
Bai Ding waved at his subordinates.
"I've handed him over to you. Now I'm taking the young city lord back to have his injuries treated."
"We're taking both of them."
The Spirit Hall patrol leader pointed at the young city lord behind Bai Ding, whose face had swollen into a pig's head.
"Don't push us too far!"
Even a clay figurine had a temper, let alone Bai Ding!
He had already risked his life by releasing Lu Qian. If the Spirit Hall patrol wanted to take the young city lord away too, he might as well go die.
"Do it!"
The patrol leader swept his hand, and the others immediately moved to act.
"He's the young city lord! The city lord's only child! Does your Spirit Hall really dare act so brazenly?"
Bai Ding shouted himself hoarse.
Yet the patrol leader showed no intention of stopping his men from proceeding. Instead, for once, he spoke to Bai Ding:
"Then please have the city lord come to Spirit Hall in person."
"I'd like to see who dares! Brothers, fight them! We'll die when we get back anyway!"
The Spirit Hall patrol had driven Bai Ding mad. If he released Lu Qian, he might die, but if he lost the young city lord, not only would he certainly die, his death would be exceedingly ugly!
The other soldiers were also galvanized by Bai Ding's words. That was right. If they did not stake everything on a fight now, they would certainly die under the city lord's fury when they returned.
"Well said!"
Just as Bai Ding and the soldiers were preparing to fight to the death, another voice interrupted