"Ah..." Chu Junli screamed in pain, suddenly clutching at his groin and collapsing onto the couch, his features twisted in agony.
Immediately after, with a "bang," the sound of a glass bottle shattering rang out again. Mu Yin had swiftly retaliated, smashing a wine bottle onto the head of the man closest to Chu Junli, who had tried to pounce on her and capture her.
The movement was as smooth as flowing clouds and water, completed in one fell swoop.
The man went down instantly, blood streaming down his face.
The onlookers all gasped in shock. Some wanted to cheer for Mu Yin, but remembering the other party was the Chu Family's eldest son, they held back.
Only sighs remained.
The rest of Chu Junli's lackeys were just for show, like embroidered pillows with no real fighting skill—they were easily defeated by Mu Yin, flowing away like fallen flowers in a stream. Perhaps it was the young man's skills or his courage that deterred them, but the crowd around made way for her to exit.
