O Jovem Mestre Não é Fácil de Provocar

Late spring had come, and the locust trees at the entrance of Sweetwater Alley had already shed their blossoms; the first light of morning shone upon scraps of red paper scattered across the ground.

A lavish bridal sedan stood at the Li family’s door, yet there was not a hint of joy to be found, only the sounds of weeping and curses.

“I won’t go, I won’t go—let me go, I won’t go!” Li Yunwan clung to the doorframe, wailing and screaming.

“Won’t go?” The scar-faced brute grabbed Li Yunwan by her hair and wrenched her to the ground, kicking her hard. “Your father and brother owe the gambling house so much silver that even selling you to Cloud Ease Tower won’t settle the debt!”

Clutching her belly, Li Yunwan moaned in pain.

“Let go! You animal! Let go of my fourth sister!” Li Xuzhang, dragging his injured leg, clung to the scar-faced man with all his might, shielding Li Yunwan.

The brute gave a cold laugh and savagely kicked Li Xuzhang’s wounded leg.

Blood seeped through his hem as Li Xuzhang writhed on the ground, howling in agony.

The people of Sweetwater Alley had already surrounded the Li family’s courtyard, blocking it completely.

“Hey, you want your gambling debts paid, that’s one thing, but why are you being so ruthless with mere children?”

“Stop! Any more and you’ll kill someone!”

“That’s right! Yunwan is only nine, and you’re selling her to Cloud Ease Tower? It’s simply inhuman!”

At last, the scar-faced man stopped and, casting a cold, fierce gaze upon the crowd, sneered, “Inhuman, am I? If you