Upon Yang Chuxia's command, both sides started fighting. Although Yang Chuxia's side had fewer people and seemed to be at a disadvantage, they had better equipment.
Her sleeve arrows and small crossbow arrows were essential for traveling. Even Fugui and his companions, who often followed her on trips, were well-equipped, so it was easy for them to defeat these opponents.
In no time, this group of people was reduced to a mess, lying on the ground in disarray.
Seeing the situation turning against them, Ms. Hua Junior and her son tried to flee.
"Catch them!"
Fugui and the others obeyed and quickly chased after them. There was no way Ms. Hua Junior and her accomplice could outmatch them, especially Ye Zi'yong, who looked like he had been drained of all his energy and had no strength to resist.
"What should we do now, miss?"
Yang Chuxia looked at the people lying on the ground and worried about what to do. There were too many of them to fit in the carriage.