The man was none other than Zhu Yang. He held a saber in his hand, gripping it so tightly that veins bulged on the back of his hand. He was clearly furious.
After Zhu Yang entered and saw a saber lying on Huang Xiao's table as well, he turned to Huang Xiao and shouted, "Brat, have you got the guts to fight me? If you lose, Jiaojiao is mine."
"Why should I fight you? What nonsense!" Huang Xiao drank a cup of wine and spoke coolly without even looking at Zhu Yang.
"Young master, please leave. Otherwise, the Embroidered Spring House does not welcome guests like you," Jiaojiao said.
At Jiaojiao's words, pain crossed Zhu Yang's face. He stared hard at her and said, "Jiaojiao, don't worry. I know that bitch Lin Feng forced you into all this. I'll go slaughter him right now, then take you far away. To hell with the Embroidered Spring House. Let them come if they dare!"
Huang Xiao took those words well enough. His expression shifted slightly before he gave Zhu Yang a look, then glanced at Lin Jiao Jiao.
It seems I've played the villain? Huang Xiao muttered inwardly.
"Leave," Lin Jiao Jiao said coolly.
Zhu Yang's expression shifted. With a swish, he drew his saber and pointed it at Huang Xiao. "Brat, you don't want to kill you. Get lost if you know what's good for you."
Huang Xiao did not move, but a cold snort came from outside. "Young Hero Zhu Yang, surely it isn't right for you to break the Embroidered Spring House's rules like this? And you're threatening my guest with a saber. Are you challenging the Embroidered Spring House?"
Lin Feng appeared in the doorway. Two old men stood behind him, their faces gloomy.
At the sight of