No screams, no pleas for mercy, only the dull sound of iron piercing flesh. Eight thieves clad in nightwear, armed with great blades and machetes, were engulfed by the surging crowd of Lin Family Manor without a sound.
When the crowd dissipated, all the palace lanterns at Lin Wanwan's home were lit up, illuminating the courtyard as if it were daylight. Eight ragged bodies lay sprawled on the ground. Villagers gripping fish forks, their eyes bloodshot and their hands trembling slightly, felt an aftertaste of fear as they all looked at their clan leader.
Clan Leader Lin glanced at the thieves, who had been turned into bloody gourds on the ground, and then looked at Hua Nong, standing pale behind the glazed door. He took a few steps forward and asked through the door, "Where is your wife? Was she disturbed by the thieves?"
Hua Nong trembled as she replied, "No... no, she wasn't."
