The man struck by the bamboo pole screamed in pain as blood streamed vividly down from his head, collapsing to the floor and writhing in agony in the aisle. It was then that everyone turned to see his assailant: a young girl in a fiery red, slightly oversized old cloth coat, with her hair tied back in a black leather ponytail. She seemed to be in the bloom of her youth, perhaps matured early from mountain life and labor. Her dark, luminous eyes were now like those of an enraged lioness as she glared at the group of men.
Yang Chen cast an inquiring glance at Mo Qian'ni, wondering if the girl with such delicate features could be one of Mo Qian'ni's cousins or some relation. Mo Qian'ni, however, looked just as baffled, indicating she did not know the girl.
The mountain men, brought to their senses by Heiniu's rage, converged on her. Heiniu snatched the pole from the girl and pushed her to the ground with a shove.
