Tang Dongdong, hanging from the tree, was whipped by the tigress until she spun, her legs burning with sharp pain, as if scorched by fire.
Yet she gritted her teeth, not making a sound, only glaring fiercely at the tigress.
“Still daring to glare at me!”
The tigress lashed again, “Glare once more, and I’ll gouge out your eyes!”
“Madam Wei, all faults are mine, I’m the slut, do whatever you want to me, just let my sister go.”
Tang Xiaobei was still crying, pleading.
“Whatever I want?”
The tigress glanced at Tang Xiaobei with a mocking sneer, “You said it!”
A bad feeling surged in Tang Xiaobei’s heart.
Sure enough, the next moment, a servant came running, fawning, holding a chamber pot.
“Madam, here’s the waste you asked for!”
“Stay away, it stinks!”
The tigress jumped back, covering her nose, “Strip their clothes, douse them in waste, parade them to the Pleasure Quarter, then hang them under its arch, I want all sluts to see the fate of seducing men!”
Hearing this, Tang Dongdong and Tang Xiaobei showed terror.
Being stripped and paraded would be a hundred times crueller than death!
Onlookers shook their heads, pitying them, but fearing the tigress’s family power, they dared not speak out.
“My master is Jin Feng from Jinchuan, you can’t touch me, or he won’t let it go!”
Tang Dongdong, truly scared, invoked Jin Feng’s name.
“Jin Feng from Jinchuan?”
The tigress frowned, looking at a robed servant, “Heard of him?”
“Madam, Jin Feng is a scholar, recently famed for his poems,” the servant replied.
“The one who wrote about laughing for a thousand gold?” the tigress asked.
“Yes,” the servant said, “Also, ‘Hoeing under the midday sun,’ ‘A grain planted in spring’…”
“No need to go on, I know him.”
The tigress sneered, “This slut kept mentioning her master, I thought he was some big shot, just a poor scholar writing lewd poems for brothel girls!”
“Madam, Jin Feng’s fame has grown…”
“Fame means nothing if he offends me!”
The tigress scoffed, “If he dares come, I’ll parade him too!”
The servant, seeing her stance, fell silent.
“Hurry up, I need to get back to dine with my second uncle.”
The tigress urged impatiently.
“Yes!”
Several lackey servants, rubbing their hands, grinned wickedly, approaching the sisters.
At that moment, two sets of rapid hoofbeats sounded from afar.
The tigress turned, seeing the crowd part as two tall warhorses galloped in.
Crash!
The servant with the chamber pot couldn’t dodge, was knocked flying by Jin Feng’s horse.
The pot flew, landing at the tigress’s feet, splashing her skirt and shoes.
“Ah!”
The tigress screamed, nearly vomiting from disgust.
Jin Feng ignored her, dismounted, and cut the ropes holding the sisters with two swift slashes.
“Brother Feng, you’re finally here.”
Tang Dongdong, who hadn’t cried, now broke down, rushing to hug Jin Feng, sobbing loudly.
She was terrified earlier.
“It’s alright, I’m here!”
Jin Feng patted her back, whispering, “Don’t fear, with me here, no one will harm you!”
“You damned poor scholar, daring to soil my clothes!”
The tigress swung her whip, lashing at Jin Feng without hesitation.
Amei, ever vigilant, was about to act, but Jin Feng stopped her with a cold shout, “Amei, don’t move!”
As a trained expert, Amei instantly judged the whip wouldn’t seriously harm Jin Feng, retracting her hidden throwing knife.
Jin Feng turned slightly, taking the whip on his back.
The tigress, furious, used full force, the crack splitting Jin Feng’s robe!
“Brother Feng, are you okay?”
Tang Dongdong’s tears, just stopped, flowed again.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine, wearing inner armour.”
Jin Feng smiled, winking at her.
The bandit leader of Iron Can Mountain had soft armour, which Jin Feng took after their defeat.
It was impervious to blades, the whip barely a tickle.
The tigress, still angry, pulled back the whip, ready to strike again.
But Jin Feng had achieved his goal, how could he give her another chance?
“Amei, you can act, but keep her alive for now!”
“Yes!”
Amei whistled, tapped the stirrups, and leapt from her horse.
As the tigress raised her arm, Amei was before her.
With a scornful smile, Amei struck the tigress’s chest with a palm.
The seemingly light blow sent the tigress flying five or six metres, crashing into a tree.
Pfft!
The tigress spat blood, nearly fainting from pain.
“Madam!”
The servants panicked, rushing to her.
If anything happened to her, none would survive.
“Kill, kill them for me!”
The tigress trembled, pointing at Amei.
“Yes!”
The servants, knowing the stakes, drew weapons and charged Jin Feng’s group.
But then, a thunderous clatter of hooves came from the street.
A troop of tall warhorses charged fiercely at the servants.
Even battle-hardened veterans wouldn’t face cavalry head-on, let alone these lackeys.
In one clash, the dozen servants were all knocked down, writhing and screaming.
“Sir.”
Da Liu, temporarily replacing Iron Hammer, looked to Jin Feng for orders.
“No killing.”
Jin Feng said calmly, and Da Liu understood.
“Dismount and beat them hard!”
Da Liu led the charge, smashing a servant’s leg with his scabbard.
Crack!
The leg broke with a snap!
Other veterans, equally angry, followed suit.
Soon, the servants’ screams filled the air.
“I heard you planned to strip Dongdong and Xiaobei, douse them in waste, parade them, and hang them at the Pleasure Quarter, right?”
Jin Feng toyed with his sword, approaching the tigress.
“What, what are you doing?”
The tigress, slumped on the ground, lost her earlier bravado.
As Jin Feng neared, she scrambled back, legs kicking, threatening weakly, “My second uncle is the county governor, touch a finger on me, and he’ll have you killed!”
“Is that so?”
Jin Feng sneered, stepping on her left hand, grinding it with force.
His boots, steel-lined, turned her face purple with pain.
“Does this count as touching your finger? Let your uncle come kill me!”
