Qian Xun caught sight of Li Anyuan as well, tossed onto the ground and looking as despaired as she was.
A tall, black, and muscular man with jagged, dirty teeth was roaring out in laughter. He then grabbed at Qian Xun's arm before cackling out lewdly. "This chick is not bad! She's mine!"
The captured Qian Xun could only watch this man in horror as her heart was almost stuck in her throat.
At the side, Young Master Zhi looked with a grim face as he spoke with a lazy voice, "It's rare that I finally fancy a woman. Are you going to steal her from me, Second Young Master?"
The moment Second heard those words, his face turned black. That initially black face seemed as though it was charred wood right now.
He turned to look at the main seat where a man with a scar on his face sat—this was the chief of this village. The scarred man glared at Second, ordering him to let go before turning around to smile at Young Master Zhi.
