Chapter 812 - 813 Murder_1
Yang Dachuan didn’t have time for anything else; following Yang Chuxia’s instruction, he stuffed the pill into Old Yang’s mouth and carried him on his back, following closely behind Yang Chuxia.
On the way to West Crossing Courtyard, thankfully, they didn’t encounter any more men in black. However, outside the gate of the courtyard, they saw about a dozen or twenty black-clothed individuals skirmishing with two of Mu Shaoling’s servants and two guards in secret. They seemed determined to break through the gate, evidently aiming to get inside.
"Quickly, go help them!"
The moment the words were spoken, she and Fugui, along with several others, charged forward. These assailants seemed to be more skilled than the ones they had faced before.
Soon Fugui took a slash from a blade, and among the others, two were also injured. Yang Chuxia glanced at her quiver, which contained only eight arrows, yet there were still over a dozen enemies present. It appeared she needed a perfect shot with every arrow.
Yang Chuxia snorted coldly. At this moment, she was like a demon in the dark night, one hand wielding an arrow, the other grabbing a knife from a fallen adversary. She fought with both weapons simultaneously and quickly achieved her goal of perfect accuracy. Excellent!
Still, nearly ten opponents remained and Mu Shaoling’s servants were now variously hurt. It seemed they were in for a tough fight.
Yang Chuxia shouted, "Give it your all, quick fight, quick victory!"
The men in black, upon hearing her voice, couldn’t help but look in her direction, with what seemed like disdain from the apparent leader in their midst.
"Hmph, you dare to disdain me? Today, I’ll take your life!"
"Bitch, don’t talk big. You think I’m like the rest of them?" the leader retorted, already closing in on her.
"Hehe, I’ll return the same words to you." Yang Chuxia didn’t stop speaking as they crossed swords, "Tell me, who are you? Who sent you? Are you targeting the Yang Family or Divine Doctor Mu?"
"The Yang Family? Pah, what’s that worth!" The leader’s eyes held a hint of surprise, followed by even more disdain.
A cold, fierce glint in her eyes, Yang Chuxia snorted again. "So, it seems you’re after Divine Doctor Mu. May I ask which family you serve? Is it a noble one or a family with martial accolades?"
"Ha, trying to get information out of me?" He scoffed at her question. "In the underworld, I might tell you who sent us."
"Very well, I’ve heard the road to hell is particularly dark. Without someone to guide me, I’d indeed be somewhat afraid."
As they spoke, she swiftly moved behind the black-clothed man, before he could react, she plunged her knife into him.
"Now you’ve lost your chance to speak!" she declared as she withdrew the knife from his body.
"Leave one alive, kill the rest." Seeing that she had taken down the leader, Mu Shaoling’s men were immensely shocked, their actions turning even more fierce.
With only three or four men left standing, Yang Chuxia led Yang Dachuan into the courtyard. Inside it was clean; obviously, no one had broken in yet.
However, Mu Shaoling was still inside, apparently still treating the injured. Yang Chuxia looked over at Old Yang, whose complexion was ashen and unnatural. The bleeding seemed less after taking the pill, but it was still oozing out. She thought for a moment and stuffed another pill into Old Yang’s mouth.
"Father, carry Grandfather to the side room. There’s a bed in there. Lay him down on his stomach."
"Alright!"
At this point, the men outside had been dealt with. Yang Chuxia took a look and said, "Those who aren’t injured, tend to the wounded first. When Divine Doctor Mu comes out, he will tend to everyone again."