The old lady thought the same, and seeing this large group of people entering behind, she didn’t say anything further and waved her hand, signaling them to go up and take the people.

This job was done beautifully, the man was exceptionally handsome, the four children were charming, and even that cold-faced woman had some attractiveness.

It was just that the one with the scar on her face was a bit uglier.

But as long as she’s a woman, she can bear children; being a bit ugly just means she’s cheaper, and there are plenty of old men who can’t find wives who want her.

Plus, the goods on the carriage and the fine horse, just thinking about it made the old lady smile so broadly her mouth couldn’t close. She might make a huge profit!

Seeing a group of fierce thugs rushing toward them, Qin Yao’s family understood that they had encountered professional human traffickers.

First, they probed at the tea stall, then they sent the strong man and Gouwa as bait, and finally lured them to their base to catch them in one go.

"That liar Gouwa!" Si Niang couldn’t believe that she and her brothers had been completely fooled.

They thought they were being kind, but it turned into a joke, especially after not listening to Mother, becoming overwhelmed with sympathy, and insisting on sending that liar Gouwa home.

This is not some Wildcat Village; this is a black village full of human traffickers!

"Mother, we’re sorry," the four siblings said guiltily.

Qin Yao snorted lightly, "Admit your mistake and change, each of you write me a 2,000-word review."

"Okay!" The four siblings responded excitedly. Great! Mother’s willing to forgive them, they would definitely write their reviews well.

Despite the danger approaching, the mother and her children still had the leisure to chat, making Aunt Sun and the bald man speechless.

The two stepped aside from the entrance to let the thugs in, remembering Gouwa said these two women knew martial arts, and if they struggled, better not get hurt.

Qin Yao signaled to Da Lang and Yin Le.

The two understood.

Da Lang pushed his younger siblings behind him, drew a dagger hidden in his boot, ready to protect them.

Yin Le then hoisted the unconscious Liu Ji, standing half a step behind Qin Yao, ready to break through at any moment.

Qin Yao pulled out a dagger, nonchalantly twirling it on her fingertip, suddenly smiling grimly.

The next second!

The dagger’s sheath flew out—striking hard upon the nose bridge of the fierce thug reaching out first.

"Crack," a sound rang out, as his nose bridge shattered, his eyes seeing stars, stumbling back several steps in pain before collapsing with a thud, fainting.

This wasn’t even using real weapons yet; a single thrown dagger sheath instantly knocked down a thug, creating a strong visual impact on these traffickers, leaving them dumbfounded.

At the time, they didn’t realize the severity of the situation. Seeing the leading thug fallen, cries of "Third brother! Third brother!" rang out continuously, realizing he truly passed out, their gazes upon Qin Yao’s group turned vicious.

They initially thought to tease a couple of women and children for fun, who knew they’d be so fierce?

"Dammit! Just pin them down and tie them up!" Someone gave the order, and the thugs immediately sprang into action, breaking into three groups to spread out.

Unexpectedly, two flying darts suddenly struck, two men stiffly fell at the ugly girl’s feet, each receiving a harsh kick to the chin, whites of their eyes showing.

Even those kids, they couldn’t get close.

That oldest boy, though young, aimed each strike to kill, though refraining from outright killing, his dagger already scraped away plenty of flesh, making their blockers clutch their throats, cursing him as a brat.

However, attempting to reinforce those sides was impossible, Qin Yao deliberately left a few for her disciples and sons to practice on, blocking the rest herself; wielding a dagger sheath in one hand and a short dagger in the other, whirling them with blinding speed, common folk had difficulty tracking her movements.

In a flicker, a piercing cold stabbed their bodies, as if paralyzed, collapsing uncontrollably.

She didn’t kill, seeming confident in her strength, intending to subdue them alive, slicing thigh tendons or severing hand muscles, sometimes knocking them unconscious with a single dagger sheath hit.

That woman’s strength came from somewhere unknown, leaving deep dents on foreheads with bare sheaths, eyeballs bulging instantaneously, those struck felt like enduring torture, their agonized cries incessant, terrifying.

Qin Yao’s nerves were unusually excited, envisioning the bounties seen in Yu Zhou Main City; for her, these traffickers morphed into shining silver, thinking only—money, money, it was all money!

Bald man and Aunt Sun watched helplessly as brother after brother fell like spring leeks, their terrified hearts racing.

"Didn’t you say only these two women knew martial arts?" Bald man angrily questioned the old lady, her mouth wide as an egg.

The old lady didn’t expect to be questioned, thinking clearly those useless drug people failed their task.

She roared, "Quick, scatter the remaining knockout powder!"

In their line of work, their usual means weren’t force, but rather potent knockout drugs.

Regardless of martial arts prowess, a dose of knockout powder would ensure obedience.

However, Aunt Sun barely lifted the drug packet when a sharp dagger flew over, cutting a fine bloodstain on her drug-grasping wrist.

Sometimes, the brain couldn’t immediately register the body’s injury, so her action of tossing the drugs continued, but the next moment, intense pain struck, the packet "plopped" to the ground, Aunt Sun finally looked down at her hand, her right wrist suddenly bending downward...

"Ahhh!!"

In the woman’s shrill, fearful scream, the bald man abandoned his companions, turning to flee.

The old lady was stunned, her eyes widened incredulously—inside the hall, her brothers lay all over, none left standing, only that demonic woman planting a foot on Aunt Sun’s broken wrist, smiling coldly at her.

She abruptly raised her hand, twiddling two fingers, the bald man’s advancing frame staggered at the doorstep, glancing at his leg behind him, a silver dart tied with a red ribbon deeply embedded in his calf.

A shadow descended overhead, the ugly-faced woman, like a ghost, floated before him unexpectedly.

Yin Le smashed a fist into the bald man’s head, immediately knocking him out, then dragged him back into the courtyard, swiftly closing and latching the door.

As for the master, she’d been placed in the carriage compartment, sleeping completely unaware of the time of day.

A sharp whistling sound pierced the air above the courtyard, a brilliant blue firework exploded, breathtakingly beautiful. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

As the old lady released the signal flare, a satisfied smile showed... Yin Le’s fist came crashing down, and the smile ceased abruptly.