Jiang Yan steadied himself and tried to straighten his slightly disheveled official uniform, attempting to salvage a modicum of dignity. He cleared his throat, exerting an air of authority, and spoke righteously, "In broad daylight, under the clear sky, you dare to set up a private court and wantonly hunt down innocent people. Such behavior is simply lawless! You must understand that this has violated the law and will be severely punished!"
Bao Banxian curled his lips in disdain, his eyes filled with contempt as he sneered, "Top Scholar, you'd better mind your books. The affairs of the martial arts world are very complicated. How can a mere scholar like you understand? Stop meddling in other people's business. If you know what's good for you, get out of here right away, or don't blame us for being rude!"
Seeing the other party wasn't buying it, Jiang Yan grew extremely anxious. An idea struck him: he pulled out his trump card. He slowly raised his folding fan, imitating the stance of a knight, attempting to project an air of transcendental power. He shouted, "Let go of that girl! You villains, today is your end!" However, due to excessive force and excessive emotion, the fan slipped from his hand with a "snap," and a piece of oil-paper fell out of it. Everyone looked closely and saw that it was the packaging of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake he had bought on the street.
For a moment, everyone was stunned, and the scene fell into a dead silence. It was as if time had frozen at this moment, and everyone was stunned by this sudden scene.
Jiang Xiaohuang couldn't help but burst out laughing, and the tense atmosphere was instantly broken: "Grandpa, you are so unprofessional! You failed at the critical moment! Are you here to make people laugh or to save people?"
Bao Banxian also laughed out loud, his laughter sharp and piercing, full of mockery: "Haha, I thought the top scholar was so capable, but it turns out he's just a nerd who only knows how to eat osmanthus cakes! With your condition, you still want to be a hero and save the damsel in distress? It's simply wishful thinking!"
Jiang Yan's face flushed crimson, like a ripe tomato, his old face burning. He awkwardly bent over to pick up the fan and oil-paper, hastily stuffing them into his sleeves, secretly regretting his own gaffe. He wished he could find a hole to crawl into. He felt ashamed, angry, and helpless.
At this moment, Young Marquis Su rushed up with a big knife in his hand, as fierce as a tiger descending from the mountain, and shouted: "Don't laugh at my brother-in-law! What's wrong with eating osmanthus cake? My sister likes it too! You bunch of people who don't know how to live or die, watch out for the knife!" His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in the valley.
Seeing Young Marquis Su charging at him with such force, his broadsword gleaming like a cold gleam, seemingly capable of ripping through the air, Bao Banxian couldn't help but feel a little frightened. But to save face in front of everyone, he steeled himself and shouted, "Come on, who's afraid of who? Come at me if you dare! I want to see just how capable you, a reckless man!"
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