Once the first moved, others followed—second, third, until eventually, a whole swarm charged forward.
In no time, they overwhelmed the twelve suited men, pinning them to the ground and tying them up with baggage ropes. Hands bound, feet bound—in mere minutes, they had been tied up like prize hogs.
"..." Watching the whole process, Old Master Duan's face turned dark.
But that wasn't the end; over there, the Ruanlin women, led by those close to her age, had surrounded Old Master Duan and started yelling at him.
Accusations of "disgracing your old age" and "utter shamelessness" flew, along with every insult imaginable. Some even spat with fiery disdain, sending flecks of saliva onto his face.
Old Master Duan had spent his life basking in respect and prestige, treated as an honored guest wherever he went. Never once had he endured humiliation such as this—it was enough to make his face so dark it seemed ink could drip from it.
