Chapter 16: Escaping from the Tiger's Mouth

  A gentle breeze swept across the brows and eyes of a few people, but in an instant, it also froze the movements of everyone present.

  That was a face with thick and slanting eyebrows, full of masculine energy, fair skin, straight nose, and between the eyebrows, there was a hint of nobility.

  Covered in blood and rain, a murderer on the street, is actually such a handsome young man?

  The man also seemed to be stunned for a moment by the sudden exposure of his face and the movement of the fat man.

  "Is it you? You're actually going to kill me, I'll have my aunt slaughter you..."

  The fatty seemed to recognize the face, and suddenly let out a loud cry. The young man's face turned sinister, and with a punch accompanied by a gust of wind, he struck the fatty in the chest. The fatty groaned, spitting out a mouthful of blood, which the young man narrowly avoided. But the fatty went mad, stuffing the mask into his mouth, and when the young man tried to pull it out, the fatty bit down hard on two of his fingers.

  The young man let out a low cry of pain, while the fat man's throat was always, and he swallowed the mask all the way down. The rain flower couldn't help but admire his thick throat.

  The young man waved his hand in anger, with a vein on his forehead throbbing violently, but the fat man refused to back down.

  Listening to the sound of capture coming from outside, Hua Yu was dragged by the fat man's waistband and became anxious. She is now like a short-lived ghost being pulled by the dead fat man to see the face of the killer, the killer must kill her to silence her. If she wants to survive, she can only take a desperate gamble.

  For a moment, she didn't know where the strength came from. She suddenly withdrew her legs and let go of her hands. Before the young man could react, she had already fallen onto his waist with her whole body. At the same time, both fists rained down on that handsome face, punch after punch.

  This sudden change left the two people who were entangled together stunned, the young man was beaten until his face was blue and swollen, with seven bruises and eight wounds. The fat man burst out laughing, but as a result, he couldn't catch his breath and lost his voice.

  The young man's fingers were freed, and the corners of his mouth were already swollen with anger. He turned over and grasped the neck of the flower-covered rain, lowering his voice to say viciously: "You dare to hit me? I'm going to take your life now!"

  "Hua Zhe Yu strongly endured the suffocating pain, blinking his eyes, and said pitifully: 'Actually, I didn't see anything. The fatty ate your mask, now I'll disfigure your face, even if there are thousands of eyes outside, they won't be able to recognize who you are...'"

  The young man furrowed his brow, and his expression relaxed slightly, as if he also sensed that a siege had formed outside. He originally wanted to strike the killing blow, but his hand loosened, and he gritted his teeth, saying: "You mean I should thank you? Spit! If it weren't for the fact that there are too many people outside right now and no time, I'd have you die on the spot!"

  Before his words had fallen, he suddenly sprang out of the broken carriage. Amidst countless shouts, he tapped the bottom of the carriage with his foot and shot up into the air, landing directly on the roof of the wine shop across the street, prompting innumerable government soldiers to rush after him...

  Covered in rain and hugging his neck, he coughed violently. Damn it, he finally managed to save a small life.

  The peony who had just bought rouge from the shop had already discovered that something was wrong on this side of the carriage, but was being held back by a group of officials and soldiers and couldn't rush over. She was so anxious that tears were streaming down her face. It wasn't until the killer, who might not even be recognized by his own parents after being beaten to a pulp, left that she could rush over, crying out "Miss... Miss..."

  She was helped out of the broken carriage by two bailiffs, her small face pale as if she had been frightened into a stupor, leaning on Yu Rong's shoulder, weakly saying: "I'm fine, don't cry..."

  At this time, the fat man who had already stopped breathing was also carried out. A government official walked up to Hua Yu's face and asked, "May I ask, miss, would you be willing to follow us back to the yamen later to draw a portrait of the assassin?"

  Covered in rain, she clutched at her chest with a look of almost fainting, "I... I didn't see clearly... my mind is a complete blank now..."

  At this time, Zhao Guan Shi appeared out of nowhere and said in a low voice: "This is the seventh lady of the Wu Guo Gong Fu. Now that my young lady has been frightened to an extreme extent, even if you take her back, she won't be able to say anything. Please let it go, officer."

  As soon as he heard it was the Seventh Miss of the Wu Guo Gong Fu, the official immediately put on a smile and said, "So it's the Seventh Miss. Because Chen Taifu's eldest grandson was killed in the street, we are also handling public affairs, please forgive me for being presumptuous. Since the Seventh Miss has been frightened, we won't disturb you further."

  Hua Zheyu breathed a sigh of relief, and unintentionally looked towards the rooftop of the wine house where the assassin had fallen. There, at the window on the third floor, he saw a person wearing a moon-white cloud-patterned long shirt sitting with a jade cup in hand. He seemed to have been sitting there for a very long time, yet also seemed to have just sat down.

  When she couldn't help but let her eyes fall on him, he also cast his gaze at her.

  This person is about twenty years old or even younger, with long hair tied up in a bundle at the back of her head and the rest hanging down over her shoulders.

  His eyes were extremely black, his gaze swept lightly, like the gentle breeze on the river in March, and like the warm sunlight on a spring day, it made people feel warm all over.

  The weather is exceptionally good, with a warm breeze blowing gently along the slightly rising blue silk, soft and delicate. The sunlight is like gold, passing through the fleeting splendor, people sitting quietly and gazing seem to be covered in a layer of bright white light, the scene is like a static painting...

  The flower rain suddenly startled her, and she withdrew her gaze, only to find that the person sitting quietly was at a height where he could see everything that had just happened in the overturned carriage.

  Has this person already seen her conversation with the assassin?

  If he had been sitting there for some time.

  This realization made her involuntarily look at that person again, and he held up his cup and revealed a faint smile towards her, with clear eyebrows and curved eyes, like the warm and dazzling sun rising at dawn.

  "Miss, are you going to Wan Yuan Rice Shop or not?" Zhao asked in a low voice with furrowed eyebrows.

  The rain poured down, calming her mind. Regardless of whether that person had seen her exchange with the assassin, she decided not to think about it anymore, because the fact was already there, and thinking about it would be pointless.

  She glanced at Zhao, "Since we've come all the way here, let's go ahead. The carriage is broken, we can rent another one." He was probably hoping she wouldn't go, but how could she possibly give up?

  Zhao's face showed no emotion as he casually stopped another horse-drawn carriage. After the two men got in, he told the driver where to go and let him proceed.

  All along the way, he couldn't help but talk to her a bit, and by the time they arrived at the Wan Yuan rice shop in the rain, it was almost noon.