Yun Zhiyi turned her head to look at him and suddenly asked.

"Why did you join the Tiger Head Gang? What, do you want to go around collecting protection money and bullying people too?"

The boy was taken aback, then realized what they meant by "protection money," and immediately protested, "No way!"

Only after he finished speaking did he realize who she was and steal a glance at her.

Seeing that she didn't stop walking, he immediately lowered his voice.

“Not everyone in the gang bullies others. My dad doesn’t. In fact, he has secretly helped many people.”

"So, what about you? You also want to help people?"

The boy continued to steal glances at her back, scratching his cheek. "Yeah."

A soft laugh seemed to come from ahead.

Zhou Yang blushed, unsure if the other person was mocking him.

Just as I was hesitating whether to ask, she asked again.

"So how many people have you helped so far, and how have you helped them?"

The boy's expression froze, and he stammered, "I...I haven't learned martial arts yet. Once I do, I'll be able to help a lot of people."

Yun Zhiyi's soft voice rang out.

"For example, robbing the rich to help the poor, or acting as a chivalrous knight-errant?"

The boy's eyes lit up, and he clenched his fist and nodded, "Yes!"

Another soft laugh came from ahead.

The boy's face flushed again, and this time he was certain that the other person was mocking him.

He was somewhat unconvinced and clenched his fists as he asked.

"Isn't that right?"

Yun Zhiyi glanced at him sideways, smiled, but didn't answer.

The boy frowned, puffed out his cheeks, and wanted to ask more questions, but he was afraid of offending the other person, so he could only hold back his words. He turned his head away and simply stopped talking.

The two of them walked along a long street.

After a while, Zhou Yang couldn't help but speak up.

"Should I go find a car?"

The Mu family gang is located in the south of the city, which is quite far from here.

It would take half an hour to walk there on foot alone.

Of course, the main reason was that he felt it would be a bit shabby to just walk by like that, and he wouldn't be able to show any power or prestige.

They might even be ridiculed by the Mu family gang.

Yun Zhiyi smiled and said, "No need for that."

Zhou Yang frowned, "But..."

"They're here."

"What?" Zhou Yang didn't react for a moment.

Then a series of exclamations and commotion arose ahead.

Several people on horseback were rushing towards them.

The leader was running while cracking his whip to drive away the pedestrians around him.

The pedestrians were startled and quickly moved aside to make way for the horse.

Zhou Yang's expression changed slightly when he saw the person leading the group.

"It's him!"

At this moment, the other party also saw the two of them.

When the leading man's gaze fell on Yun Zhiyi's face, his expression suddenly turned ferocious, his eyes filled with hatred and resentment.

Then he cracked the whip hard, urging the horse to charge straight at them.

Zhou Yang's eyes widened, and he instinctively dodged to avoid it.

Finding the gang leader still standing there motionless, he quickly ran back.

In this back and forth, the horse was already right in front of them.

Seeing the horse's leg raised high, about to kick him down, his pupils contracted, and he instinctively raised his hand to protect his head and squatted down, a movement that was quite skillful.

But instead of the usual pain, a horse's neigh and a scream were heard.

Then came a jumble of shouts, including the voice of "Young Master".

Zhou Yang looked up and saw his master holding the horse's reins.

The horse that had just been kicking her was now standing obediently beside her.

On the ground, Mu Yanrong was lying curled up like a boiled shrimp, hugging one leg and wailing.

Not far from him, a middle-aged man was kneeling on one knee, glaring at Yun Zhiyi with a hint of pain on his face.

Upon seeing this, the expressions of the group of people who ran up from behind all changed.

Upon seeing Yun Zhiyi and the other person, he rushed forward with his knife and club.

"How dare she hurt our young master! Seize her!"

One person shouted, and he led a group of people to rush forward.

These people were carrying gleaming knives, and the pedestrians were so frightened that they didn't dare to watch the commotion and ran away.

This does make room for this side.

Yun Zhiyi casually stroked the horse's neck.

Just as these people were about to rush forward, the whip in his hand suddenly lashed out.

He grabbed the groaning youth on the ground, pulled him up, and held him in front of him.

"Stop!" the middle-aged man with the injured leg cried out in alarm.

The men who were about to strike didn't even have time to react.

Seeing the knife about to fall on their young master, their pupils constricted, but they couldn't stop themselves.

Mu Yanrong was so frightened that his heart almost stopped beating.

Yellow liquid gushed between his legs, leaving a puddle on the ground.

At that moment, a knife shot in from the diagonal, knocking away the two knives that were about to fall at the front.

A refined young man appeared, frowning as he looked at Mu Yanrong, who was now pale with fright.

Chaoyun, understanding the meaning, cupped her hands in greeting.

"Young lady, please show mercy. This is Chief Mu's beloved son. Let's not make a blood feud."

Yun Zhiyi turned her head to look at him.

This is the young man named Lu Yan who was on the boat with the Mu family and the people from Luoshui Palace that day. He is not a martial arts practitioner.

He was Mu Tong's distant cousin and the third son of the Lu family in Xiangyang.

The character story card doesn't introduce him much; he's just an ordinary young master from a prominent family with little involvement in the martial arts world.

They will pass the imperial examinations and become officials in the future, but their achievements will be unremarkable and unremarkable.

The one who just threw the long sword was his maid, who was quite skilled in martial arts.

Yun Zhiyi merely glanced at him, not intending to waste any more words.

Seeing that those people had realized what was happening, they tried to rush forward to snatch the person away.

She leaped on her toes, snatched the long iron rod from another person's hand, and threw it forward.

With a powerful kick, a group of people were thrown backwards onto the ground by the force applied to the iron bar.

Then she mounted the horse, pulled back the whip, and wrapped it around Mu Yanrong's ankle again.

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