The nun-like girl hadn't run far before she was abruptly dragged back.
She struggled with all her might, but the brocade-robed man covered her mouth, holding her firmly despite her frantic punches and kicks.
The brocade-robed man, wary yet ingratiating, grinned and said:
"Kids don't understand manners, speaking out of turn."
As he spoke, his feet subtly moved backward, and his accompanying thugs subdued the boy, who trembled but dared not act.
Min Ning narrowed his eyes.
The brocade-robed man grew visibly tense, glancing around as his men placed their hands on their waist knives.
The swordsman stepped forward.
Cold sweat dripped from the group's foreheads, their teeth chattering audibly.
"Brothers under the same banner, we all share the same drink," Min Ning paused before speaking, "This little one looks decent. Share some money with me."
The brocade-robed man froze briefly, then wiped away his sweat and forced a laugh:
