As this figure appeared, coupled with the faint, bewitching charm emanating from them, the tense atmosphere instantly became somewhat hazy.
Unexpectedly, such a minor incident had drawn the presence of Lord Mei Lang from the Black Tiger Sect.
The newcomer was none other than Ji Hongying.
Upon seeing the alluring woman who had suddenly appeared, He Yidao stood frozen as if petrified, his face etched with terror.
His subordinates behind him, whether affected by Ji Hongying's intangible charm or not, had eyes reddened and breathing grew rapid.
He Yueming, however, walked directly in front of Ji Hongying, his eyes greedily fixated on the beauty before him, and said with a dazed expression, "Such a beauty exists in this world!"
Clearly, provoked by the unseen charm, He Yueming had already succumbed.
What followed was an action that would make him regret it for the rest of his life.
He reached out his right hand, intending to lightly lift Ji Hongying's delicate chin, in a moment of sheer madness.
But in the next second, a pained wail escaped his lips.
"Ah!"
At this moment, He Yueming's outstretched right hand had already contorted into a twisted arc. Interspersed within were the faint sounds of shattering bones.
The cause of all this was simply two slender jade fingers that had, at some unknown point, appeared on his wrist.
"You have quite the nerve!"
Ji Hongying looked at the painfully wailing He Yueming. A subtle smile played on her lips, but her eyes held a sharp glint of coldness.
With a graceful sweep of her arm, He Yueming was sent flying backward, landing amidst the scattered tables and chairs.
"Greetings... Greetings, Lord Mei Lang!"
He Yidao had finally regained his senses and quickly knelt before Ji Hongying.
His expression was one of sheer terror!
It seemed the rumors of He Yidao having connections within the Black Tiger Sect were indeed true.
Otherwise, how could he possibly know Mei Lang of the Black Tiger Sect?
"Do you know who he is?"
Ji Hongying glanced at He Yidao, her gaze shifting to Nangong Qianyu, who stood behind Fang Junxue.
Hearing this, He Yidao recalled Ji Hongying's earlier words, and a bad premonition surged in his heart.
"No... I don't know!" He Yidao stammered nervously.
"Hmph!" Ji Hongying let out a contemptuous chuckle. "You dare to covet the eldest daughter of the Nangong family? Your guts are truly remarkable."
The eldest daughter of the Nangong family?
"Ah! This..."
Upon hearing this, He Yidao's eyes widened, and his legs felt weak.
The Nangong family!
They were one of the three great families in Minghai City.
He had actually... just now.
It's over!
With this thought, He Yidao scrambled to Nangong Qianyu, kowtowing and exclaiming in panic, "Miss Nangong, spare me! This humble one had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai, and has offended you. I deserve to die!"
He Yidao's kowtows were not performed perfunctorily; his forehead made solid contact with the ground.
Several gruesome cracks had already appeared on his forehead.
This demonstrated that the prestige of the Nangong family in Minghai City was by no means ordinary.
Seeing this, Nangong Qianyu showed no hint of pity towards He Yidao. She understood perfectly that if she had been an ordinary woman, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Furthermore, she was certain that incidents like this were a regular occurrence for He Yidao.
Such a scumbag.
Nangong Qianyu had no desire to spare him.
Therefore, her eyes were filled with coldness and determination.
Meanwhile, Ji Hongying, seemingly sensing Nangong Qianyu's thoughts, furrowed her brows slightly, appearing somewhat conflicted.
In reality, outsiders were unaware that within the Black Tiger Sect, a portion of its members were not officially listed on the personnel roster.
These individuals were known as "Dark Pawns."
Thus, on the surface, Dark Pawns had no affiliation with the Black Tiger Sect.
However, in truth, they were crucial sources of intelligence for the sect.
Therefore, these individuals were of paramount importance to the Black Tiger Sect.
And coincidentally, He Yidao was one of their key members.
This information was known only to the Twin Wolves and the Sect Master within the Black Tiger Sect.
Yet now, He Yidao had, unwittingly, fallen into Nangong Qianyu's hands, causing Ji Hongying a considerable headache.
After a moment of thought, Ji Hongying stepped forward and addressed Nangong Qianyu, "Miss Nangong, this individual has repeatedly used the name of the Black Tiger Sect to act arrogantly and has also offended you. Please hand him over to me for handling. I will ensure you receive a satisfactory resolution."
There was no other choice; Ji Hongying had to protect him.
However, her gaze towards Nangong Qianyu held a complex emotion.
Regardless, He Yidao held certain secrets of the Black Tiger Sect.
Even if he were to be executed, it could only be done by their own hands, and he must not fall into the hands of the three great families.
Nangong Qianyu was not foolish; she naturally understood the implication of Ji Hongying's words.
However, the thought of such a scumbag being allowed to continue living was something she found unbearable.
But facing one of the Twin Wolves of the Black Tiger Sect, Nangong Qianyu could do nothing.
After all, her grandfather had told her more than once that the three most fearsome individuals in the Black Tiger Sect were the Tiger and the Twin Wolves.
"Fine! I hope you will give me a satisfactory answer!"
Ultimately, Nangong Qianyu conceded.
"Naturally!" Ji Hongying nodded.
Upon hearing this, He Yidao, still kneeling, secretly let out a sigh of relief.
He had narrowly escaped.
He might have escaped, but another person was not so fortunate.
Considering that the entire incident had been instigated by He Yueming, once He Yidao was in the clear, he immediately harbored resentment towards He Yueming.
"Miss Nangong, it was this person who incited me to offend you." He Yidao grabbed the fallen He Yueming and said with a vicious glare, "Rest assured, I will ensure he never sees the light of tomorrow."
Nangong Qianyu felt disgusted by the disheveled He Yueming and did not wish to say more.
This was a case of poetic justice.
"No! Brother Dao, I was wrong, please let me go, I am your..." He Yueming struggled desperately.
But before he could finish speaking, He Yidao punched him directly in the face, causing him to lose consciousness.
"We shall not trouble your eyes any further!" He Yidao said with a fawning smile.
With that, he quickly instructed his subordinates to carry He Yueming away.
It seemed the "Prince of Demon Sounds" from the internet was about to meet his demise.
Seeing this, Ji Hongying naturally said nothing more.
Even though she knew Nangong Qianyu was deeply unsatisfied.
"Miss Nangong, we shall meet again!" Ji Hongying gave Nangong Qianyu a deep look before turning to leave.
However, as she turned, she cast another meaningful glance at Fang Junxue, a thoughtful expression on her face.
Fang Junxue, standing before Nangong Qianyu, had not uttered a single word from beginning to end.
It could be said that from the moment He Yueming brought He Yidao to cause trouble, to Ji Hongying's appearance, and until now, her face had shown no trace of panic or negative emotions.
From this aspect alone, Fang Junxue's demeanor was somewhat unusual.
But in the next second, a faint, coquettish smile appeared on her previously calm face.
At the exact same moment, a powerful voice echoed back, reaching Ji Hongying and the others, who had only taken a few steps.
"Did I say you could leave?"