Shen Jiao: "!!!"

This stool is 105 degrees Celsius hot, it's burning my buttocks, I dare not sit on it, please let me get up.

Those present were all chivalrous heroes, accustomed to standing up for what's right. How could they tolerate such arrogant and domineering behavior? The tyrant immediately enraged everyone, who roared, "Outrageous!"

They all drew their swords and stood up, determined to fight a big battle.

In a flash of silver light, the smiling little doctor packed up his stall and flew to Shen Jiao's side. "Don't be afraid, Sister Shen, I will protect you."

Shen Jiao glanced at his trembling legs with gratitude: "Thank you, Young Master Liang, you know martial arts?"

Liang Heng: "No, but I can take a beating."

Shen Jiao: "..." If you can take a beating, then why are you hiding behind me?

The gazes around her were like a moral compass, shining with the light of justice as they condemned her repeatedly. Shen Jiao felt a headache coming on from all the stares, and she felt the chair suddenly heat up to a temperature of over 1,000 degrees Celsius. She was restless and struggled to get up.

As soon as Shen Jiao stood up, she saw the tyrant smash two pillars behind him, each as thick as a grown man's waist, with a single palm strike. Her legs immediately went weak, and she sat down steadily, thinking to herself, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Even if the sky falls, this troublemaker will hold it up."

The shopkeeper, who had come to mediate the fight, immediately shrank back under the counter. His two frightened eyes looked at a nearby waiter who was also stunned, and they muttered something to each other.

The heroes who were just moments before sharpening their knives to slaughter the pigs and sheep, under the intimidation of this scene, two-thirds returned to their seats and continued drinking tea, chatting, and discussing everything under the sun, turning a blind eye to this decision. After all, their main purpose for this trip was the martial arts tournament, not to show off their heroism, and putting the cart before the horse would not be worthwhile.

The remaining third were completely enraged by the tyrant's actions in damaging public finances.

A man dressed in a white python-patterned uniform, his face contorted with rage, shouted, "Which sect are you from? State your name immediately! How dare you act so arrogantly under the noses of our White Python Pavilion? Do you have a death wish? You're simply asking for trouble!"

As expected of a warrior, daring to ask the tyrant if he wanted to die? He desperately wanted to die!

Shen Jiao glanced at the warrior out of the corner of her eye. He had a youthful face but an air of nobility, indicating that he came from an extraordinary background and must be the darling of his family. No wonder he spoke with such arrogance and domineering manner.

Seeing that the three remained silent, the warriors of the White Python Pavilion figured that Shen Jiao and the others must be scared, so they quickly continued to attack, "Let me tell you, it's too late to be scared. But if you, this pretty boy, take the initiative to kowtow to me and admit your mistakes, and call me 'father' three times, I'll reluctantly let you go. However, I'll only let you go, but this young lady next to you will have to stay and continue to apologize."

Shen Jiao: "???"

Warriors, are you all nearsighted? The tyrant's aura of wanting to feed your brains to the dogs shows no fear whatsoever.

Furthermore, you were the ones who started the fight and caused trouble, so why did I have to be the one who got hurt in the end? You have no sportsmanship!

Upon hearing this, Ji Yan merely chuckled softly, the crimson at the corners of his eyes more alluring than a poppy. Liang Heng seemed quite frightened by his appearance, instinctively shrinking his neck.

The tyrant remained silent, yet his arrogance was boundless. The White Python Pavilion warrior, often the center of attention, was instantly enraged. "You dare look down on me? I'll beat you to your knees today..."

Before he could finish his cool-talking, the tyrant appeared before him like a ghost, his knuckles gripping his neck tightly. The warrior of the White Python Pavilion stammered, his face, purplish-red from extreme oxygen deprivation, flashing with endless fear.

Ji Yan didn't say anything pretentious. She glanced at him and tossed him away as easily as pulling up a radish.

Shen Jiao: "..."

Everyone present was stunned.

The White Python Pavilion is quite famous in the martial arts world. Although it cannot compare with the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion and the Sword Casting Manor, it is still quite prestigious. In addition, the disciples of the White Python Pavilion always appear in groups, so ordinary people not only dare not provoke them, but also avoid them at all costs.

Moreover, after going through layers of selection, the disciples representing the White Python Pavilion to participate in the martial arts tournament were not necessarily outstanding individuals, but they were still quite skilled. As a result, not only did they not have the power to fight back, but the pretty boy was thrown...thrown away with just one hand?

Everyone was shocked. No, even pulling up a radish requires a lot of effort! Your way of throwing away trash is quite skilled.

Seeing this, the remaining third of them sat back down. They couldn't win. They couldn't win. The other side even dared to throw away the young master of the White Python Pavilion, which meant that either their backing was stronger or they were not afraid of death. They were all alone and had nothing to rely on, so they should get out of this mess as soon as possible and not get involved.

The other disciples of the White Python Pavilion were stunned when they saw their young master being thrown away. They were dumbfounded. After a long while, they said fiercely, "You just wait, I'll make you pay sooner or later," and went to find their young master.

However, because she was so shocked, her harsh words were trembling and had no intimidating power at all. Instead, they were somewhat comical. If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, Shen Jiao would have almost been amused. Fortunately, she managed to hold back.

At present, there are only a few genuine righteous people left. Judging from their bulging veins and indignant demeanor, Shen Jiao felt that they might be planning to fight the tyrant to the death.

At this critical moment, the terrified man suddenly came to his senses. For some reason, he hurriedly went to the tyrant to bow and apologize, "Please forgive me, I didn't know you had come to Rongcheng."

Shen Jiao looked in the direction of the sound and saw the male mandarin ducks bowing their heads respectfully, clearly aware of the tyrant's true identity.

Upon seeing this reversal, the righteous individuals who had been eager to fight immediately turned pale, looking resentful as if they had been emotionally manipulated by a scumbag, and left cursing and swearing, brandishing knives.

Shen Jiao didn't quite catch what he heard, only managing to glean the main points: something like, "I was ready to risk my life for your woman, and then suddenly you tell me you two know each other? Haha, the clown is actually me?"

She nodded in agreement; if it were her, she would have been angry too.

The tyrant raised an eyelid and furrowed his brow in anger. "Who are you?"

The male man's face stiffened for a moment before he hurriedly spoke, "Shen Qingye."

Shen Jiao turned to the side and whispered to Liang Heng, "So this is the second son of Marquis Anbo. You recognized him but didn't even remind him. How embarrassing."

“It’s not that I didn’t remind him, it’s just that I didn’t come out.” Liang Heng said in a voice twice her size, “I can only remember the faces of pretty girls, how could I recognize a brute like him?”

He squinted and carefully examined Shen Qingye. "But compared to before, he seems to have gotten uglier."

Shen Jiao: "..." Now I finally understand why you and the tyrant got together. We're both attracted to good looks, and like attracts like.

Shen Qingye was torn between worrying about the tyrant going mad and worrying about his sister. After much deliberation, he decided to bite the bullet and seek justice for his sister. "Although you are of high status, you cannot treat my sister like this just to please a beauty. My sister has been sickly since childhood and is very frail. Please give me an explanation for what happened today."

"Oh? You want to explain?"

Ji Yan suddenly turned her head and glanced at the hamster with a gossipy expression, then chuckled softly. Her voice trembled, and her eyes curved into crescents, just like the day they first met, pure and touching.