With the stomping of feet, a group of brawny men with swords at their waists charged up to the second floor, immediately spotting a young girl and a middle-aged man still struggling.
"Zhuang Qiyi, today I really want to see where you can escape to!" The leader of the robust men had a face covered with horizontal scars and a missing ear, seemingly severed by some sharp weapon.
His voice shook the entire second floor, which was much louder than it had been downstairs. Some of the weaker patrons even bent over, covering their ears, showing faces of pain.
The yelling young girl, Yun'er, also turned deathly pale and dared not move any longer.
"Zhao Jun!?" The middle-aged man's complexion turned ugly, he glanced around and suddenly crashed through the window.
With a crash.
He jumped out, holding his daughter.
"Yun'er, run quickly!"
He pushed his daughter gently sending her far into a narrow alley.
