"My guests are not to be trifled with. If there's a next time, don't blame me for taking your life," Elder Yun's tone was calm, yet it frightened the little boy's parents, who kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"It will hurt for one night, and then naturally get better tomorrow. Without a lesson, they won't learn!" Elder Yun said.
Xia Dabao felt some sympathy for the little boy, but this place was someone else's territory. As a foreigner, she couldn't meddle too much. Besides, who told him to plot against his dad? If it weren't for his dad's high martial arts skills, he might have been the one in torment now.
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Past the marketplace, there were fewer people, but the houses became bigger and bigger—these must be where the important figures lived.
