Huan Da Lang thought about the wheat flour and eggs, feeling quite satisfied; however, not two miles out of the city, he was confronted head-on by a few thugs.
They were his creditors.
Each one emanated a murderous aura, brandishing firewood knives.
Huan Da Lang's face turned pale with fear, and he instinctively pushed Huan Jiao forward.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me. I can use her to pay off the debts. How about I use my sister to pay off the debts? She is the Great General's concubine; I assure you, you'll be pleased... Ah..."
A spurt of fresh blood sprayed from his mouth.
Huan Da Lang looked down to see the firewood knife pierce through his chest.
Huan Jiao, terrified, widened her eyes and screamed, turning her head to flee, but the thug's knife was faster, and she barely felt the pain before her body went limp and she quickly lost consciousness...
"What a pity, such a beautiful little charmer..."
