Shouts echoed back and forth, resounding through the alleyways, cries for mercy, which sounded like "Ouch" and "Spare my life", were faintly audible.
Apparently, the two men had already been subdued by the crowd, trussed up like pigs for slaughter and ready to be handed over to the pavilion chief.
Zhuang Qingning breathed a sigh of relief. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and leaned against the blue brick wall to rest. She almost collapsed on the spot.
In the heat of the moment, she had clenched her teeth and fought for her life. She had thought of every possible way to deal with these people to avoid being revenged on in the future. All of this was only possible because of her sheer willpower.
Now that the matter was temporarily resolved, she realized that her back was drenched in sweat and her legs were trembling so much that she could hardly stand. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became.