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Zi Jin glared fiercely at the three girls and said sternly, "Get out!"

The three girls simultaneously looked at Xi Le, whose face was gloomy and whose eyes held a complex expression. He looked at Zi Jin but did not speak to stop her. The three girls were all seasoned veterans of the pleasure quarters and knew that this situation was the easiest way to get into trouble. In the end, they reluctantly left the room and closed the door behind them.

Zi Jin knew that her earlier attempt to stop him had only added fuel to the fire. Sure enough, west Le's flawless face darkened even further.

Zi Jin took two steps forward cautiously, timidly tugged at Xi Le's clothes, and coaxed gently, "You must be tired after traveling for so long. Your wounds have reopened. Don't get angry with him. Let's go back."

west Le's face turned even colder. He shoved Zi Jin's hand away and said angrily, "You mute, don't tell me you feel sorry for him—this person you've only met once!?"

Zi Jin stumbled from being thrown by Xi Le, only managing to stand up after grabbing the chair behind her. Looking at west Le's increasingly distorted face, she said softly, "We've just arrived here, why make enemies? Besides, if there's really hatred, why not end it with a single blow? Why push someone to this point?"

"Wouldn't it be too easy for him to end it with one blow? I'll make him taste the bitterness of wishing for death!" west Le screamed shrilly, his face contorted with rage.

Zi Jin glanced furtively at the lifeless person on the bed, then walked back to west Le's side and softly coaxed, "west Le, let it go..."

west Le laughed in fury, glanced at Zi Jin's reluctant expression with a complicated look, strode forward, grabbed the whip from the wall and viciously lashed it at the person on the bed, screaming, "Today I will make sure that his jade-like body can never be seen by anyone again!"

With a powerful lash of his whip, Young Master Jinyang's clothes were torn open, and the flesh beneath them flew off.

Young Master Jinyang's eyes were unfocused, as if the whip had not struck him at all.

Startled by the sound of the whip, Zi Jin took two steps back, secretly resentful. Ancient brothels were so perverse, even their tools for sexual intercourse were so complete.

Zi Jin was terrified by the whip in west Le's hand, but her body moved forward as if it were not under her control, and she caught the second whip that west Le was about to throw, holding it firmly in her hand.

west Le's face had turned extremely cold: "You're breaking up with me for him?" His voice was rational, yet unusually cold.

Zi Jin stared at west Le for a long time, then opened her mouth and closed it again. She slowly loosened her grip on the whip, only to find that her hand was already a bloody mess.

A smug smile appeared on west Le's lips as she swiftly snatched the whip from Zi Jin's hand and lashed it fiercely at Young Master Jin Yang.

Instantly, west Le's smile froze on her face, and she stared blankly at the person opposite her. Without thinking, Zi Jin bent down to shield Young Master Jin Yang, and a bloodstain seeped from under her blue robe.

Young Master Jinyang stared wide-eyed at Zi Jin, who was lying on top of him, a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

west Le stood frozen in place, whip in hand, disbelief in her eyes, her whole body trembling slightly: "You...you really want to break with me for this person? Or...have you remembered something?"

Zi Jin turned around, enduring the pain, unsure how to face Xi Le's wounded gaze, and utterly astonished by this inexplicable impulse. She was usually someone who preferred to avoid trouble, so why had she, without a second thought, taken a whip for a stranger? Yet, this scene and everything before her seemed strangely familiar, inexplicably so.

Zi Jin stared blankly at west Le, whose eyes were filled with pain, not knowing what to do. She stammered, "I...I..."

"You witch, prepare to die!" Before Zi Jin could finish speaking, a figure burst through the door.

Lou Shuo threw the hostage madam out the door and rushed in with the other three. One of them moved quickly and went straight to Jin Yang's bed to feed him the antidote.

Shocked, Zi Jin stared blankly at the four people: "How could you...?"

Although west Le reacted a beat faster than Zi Jin, it was too late to stop the person from feeding her the medicine. Her beautiful face changed from shock to anger. In an instant, she raised her hand and lashed out with her whip at the person by the bed who was about to release Jin Yang's pressure points. She then turned to glare at Zi Jin: "You gave them the antidote?"

The person by the bed awkwardly dodged Xi Le's whip, fearing that he might hurt Young Master Jinyang, and could only retreat away from the embroidered bed.

Zi Jin belatedly touched her empty clothes, then remembered the scene when Lou Shuo grabbed her, and looked at Lou Shuo in surprise, saying, "You scoundrel! You stole my medicine back then!"

Lou Shuo's eyes flickered: "Young Master, you drugged everyone when they weren't looking. Can you call yourself a gentleman?" Lou Shuo glanced casually at the whip marks on Young Master Jinyang's body on the bed behind Zi Jin, and drew his sword to attack, "Witch! Today is your death anniversary!"

The other three also attacked Xi Le together.

Zi Jin watched the five people fighting nervously. Lou Shuo and the other three were aiming for vital points with their swords, truly trying to kill. Xi Le was already injured, so how could she be a match for the four of them?

Lou Shuo leaped across the sword's edge, spun around, and aimed straight at west Le's face. Zi Jin was so startled that she took two steps back and accidentally sat down on the edge of the embroidered bed.

Xi Le narrowly dodged the fatal sword strike, but her left arm was stabbed by another person. west Le retreated several steps and approached the window, intending to jump out. However, she caught a glimpse of Zi Jin still standing there, and hesitated. At that moment, Lou Shuo and the other three had already seen through her intention and blocked her way.

Seeing that west Le had been cornered by the four men, the four men's eyes revealed a strong killing intent.

Xi Le slowly retreated to a blind spot, her beautiful eyes revealing resentment. She twisted the whip in her hand, trying to fight her way out, but the four men were determined to kill her and would not give her a chance to break through. The four men attacked together, and west Le could barely dodge. Lou Shuo had already taken the whip from her hand.

"You'd better stop." Zi Jin's unusually cold voice came from behind the group.

The five people looked at Zi Jin at the same time, and saw her holding a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing, pointing it at Young Master Jinyang's face, and slowly saying.

The four of them were startled at the same time, and a hint of pleasure flashed in west Le's eyes.

Zi Jin couldn't help but smile bitterly to herself, never expecting that the dagger west Le had given her for self-defense would be used here.

Lou Shuo said angrily, "We do not wish to make enemies with you, young master. We hope you will release our master."

west Le smiled and said sweetly, "Little mute! Well done. If you had killed him with your own hands, I would not have held your actions against you."

Lou Shuo pointed his sword at the unarmed Xi Le: "Young master, please reconsider. I see that you and this demoness are not on the same side. How could you be so foolish? If this demoness is not eliminated, she will surely harm all directions in the future. Is it worth it for you to antagonize my Naming Lou for the sake of this demoness?"

"Release us!" Zi Jin's dagger drew closer, while Young Master Jinyang kept his eyes tightly shut.

Lou Shuo smiled at Zi Jin: "I am not mistaken. Young Master and the demoness are not on the same path. How could you really bear to do such a thing?"

Seeing Lou Shuo's confident smile, Zi Jin knew that he had no intention of letting west Le go. She immediately hardened her heart and suddenly raised her hand to stab at Young Master Jinyang.

In a flash, Young Master Jinyang suddenly opened his eyes and dodged out of Zi Jin's attack range. He reached out and snatched the dagger from Zi Jin's hand, tossing it gently: "Returned to you!" Jinyang's cold voice chilled the air.

Zi Jin groaned and rolled off the bed.

west Le glanced at Zi Jin with slight concern. She saw the dagger on the ground, Zi Jin biting her lower lip and clutching her chest, her face deathly pale. However, it was still clear that Young Master Jin Yang had avoided Zi Jin's vital points, so she was not in any danger. For some reason, a smile crept onto west Le's beautiful face.

Young Master Jinyang walked to the bronze mirror in the room, wiping the blood off his face little by little. He gazed silently at his own beautiful face reflected in the mirror. After a long while, he gently touched the small, finger-sized wound, a deep killing intent flashing in his eyes. He slowly turned to Lou Shuo and uttered a single word: "Kill."

Lou Shuo had already seen that Young Master Jinyang had broken through his acupoints and originally intended to let Zi Jin go. However, he did not know that his few words of advice and his resolute attitude would provoke Zi Jin to actually attack Young Master Jinyang.

The other three pressed closer to west Le step by step, while Lou Shuo, holding a long sword, slowly approached Zi Jin.