Why not ask about the important matters instead of focusing on his injuries and digging into the details? The problem is, he doesn't even know what injured his knee!
"I can't explain what injured me, do you believe me?" the man in black replied listlessly. He knew that he couldn't escape in his injuries, let alone expect his master to send someone to rescue him. He was just praying that his master wouldn't send someone to silence him.
However, his face was already disfigured, one eye was blind, one arm was crippled, and one leg was crippled. Even if his master didn't kill him and he was lucky enough to survive and be sent to prison, he would still rot in prison. Therefore, living a better life would be even more difficult.
The two men in black were filled with regret. If they could turn back time, they would rather have attacked Old Man Wei on the carriage than provoke the female demon on the donkey cart.
They are now truly experiencing the saying, "The most poisonous heart is a woman's, and the stinger is a wasp's tail."
They were veterans of the organization for many years, yet they were defeated by a seemingly innocent and harmless young woman. To be honest, they felt incredibly aggrieved.
The guards fell silent. They had all misjudged him. Could someone with such a low level of skill really protect their master?
There's one thing everyone's right about: the sword at the young lady's waist was probably just for show, because she didn't actually need it.
Look at this guy with facial injuries and a blown-out eyeball, a comminuted fracture in his forearm, and a bloody hole running through his knee—none of these were caused by a sword!
"Leave two people to watch over them, the rest of you go and rest," Yin Qingyun instructed.
"Hey, where are you going, Mr. Yin?" someone asked.
Yin Qingyun walked out without looking back: "I'm going to check the scene."
"Boss, I'll go too."
"And me too."
"I'm not sleepy either..."
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