Chapter 259: Show mercy where you can!

Come on!

Those three burly men had iron‑blue faces; they never expected to run into a tough opponent in this little inn off the beaten path, and……

Their mission wasn't completed yet.

The scarred man glanced furtively at the grandfather‑granddaughter pair, then immediately brandished his knife and lunged forward; his broad, open‑close knife technique, in his hands, carried a hint of lewdness.

As expected……

Any weapon depends on whose hands it's in, what the wielder is like, and that determines the nature of the technique.

A thousand people, a thousand faces—indeed it does not deceive me!

The red whip was like a snake; every angle of its strike was flawless—even if something blocked the way or the wielder had taken precautions, the angle of attack was always unexpected, striking where they were unprepared.

Jiang Yunchu's eyes narrowed, the corner of her mouth curling into a light, carefree smile: "Don't run. Old man, I haven't had enough fun yet!"

One person had already started running outward, but as soon as he launched his lightness skill, the agile whip had already wrapped around his waist and then jerked him down hard.

Bang—slap!

That person was directly flung by Jiang Yunchu onto a nearby table, making intimate contact with it.

Want to escape? Ask the old man's whip!

Just moments ago full of teasing, but now that icy gaze was like looking at a corpse.

"Sir, show mercy where you can." The scar‑faced man, half his face swollen and red, the other half already pitch‑black, gritted his teeth and said.

Hahaha——

That unrestrained laugh drew many eyes in the tiny inn, but seeing the chaotic hall, everyone shrank back wherever they had come from.

They feared getting tangled in trouble.

Show mercy where you can!

That would first have to be……

Person!

Jiang Yunchu's whip flew faster; no one knew her inner breath had been running for days, she had barely managed to grab a meal and rest a night before needing to rush to Jiangnan on horseback, only to be stopped by those three bastards, and she still hadn't eaten.

These past days I've almost faded away—aren't you just looking for a beating?

How could she not oblige them?

"Great hero, I was wrong—I failed to recognize Mount Tai."

The man who had been fuming earlier now knelt on the ground, fists clasped in salute; his clothes were already torn, his face streaked with blood from the whip's lashes.

"Lao San, get up!" the scar‑faced man shouted angrily.

"Lao Da, we're risking our lives."

They were just petty bosses of a mountain stronghold; showing off before ordinary folks was enough—why provoke someone they couldn't afford to offend?

At this moment, Lao San also felt some resentment.

Get lost!

Jiang Yunchu wrapped the whip around her wrist, then with a "pop" opened the folding fan in her hand; the characters facing outward had already changed.

There, in large characters, appeared: "I am naturally unrestrained!"

"You wait!" the scar‑faced man's face was no longer recognizable, covered in whip lashes.

If you hit someone but avoid the face, how can they remember the lesson?

Jiang Yunchu raised her brows, smiling brightly, and said, "Wait a moment!"

"Great hero, you can't go back on your word—I'm in the wrong; just treat me as a fart and let me go."

"I swear I'm not looking for trouble; I really just want to go back to farm."

Lao San trembled all over from fright; though his face was unclear, his shaking body showed he was truly scared stiff.

With that little gall, you come out to eat a tyrant's meal?

With that little gall, you actually set your sights on someone's old lady and little girl?

How could you even think of that?

"Leave your silver!" Jiang Yunchu took out a handkerchief from her bosom, gently wiping the crimson whip; the cloth quickly soaked red, leaving streaks of blood.

These all belonged to the three men opposite!

You……

The scar‑faced man, just about to rush forward, was instantly seized by two people; they not only produced their own silver, but also pulled silver from his person.

"Great hero, this is all we have; there's nothing more."

Lao San carefully placed the silver on the table, then turned and started running, shouting, "Run fast!"

As he spoke, he also shouted.

He rather had a goofy demeanor.

Jiang Yunchu's hand, wiping the whip, suddenly paused; she really wanted to drag him back and just whip him to death.

After the three had left, the room was a mess; the shopkeeper, face grim, looked at the devastation, then squatted on the ground and covered his face.

It's over, completely over.

In the city we couldn't afford this; out in these wild ridges, something gets damaged each year, but never this thoroughly—this is the first time.

Only two tables remained intact; the other tables, chairs, and stools were smashed or broken, beyond repair even with patching.

"Shopkeeper, I'll fix it."

At that moment, the shop assistant ran out from behind the counter, but just as he tried to come out to stop things, the shopkeeper dragged him back, clamping a hand over his mouth so he couldn't make a sound.

The shopkeeper said nothing; his old face was streaked with tears.

"Alright, look at the silver on the ground—see if it's enough." Jiang Yunchu's face showed no expression.

According to market price, there should still be a surplus.

Her words had just fallen silent when the innkeeper's crying stopped; at a side table, the two trembling grandparents and grandchild also looked toward Jiang Yunchu.

Give... give it to me?

That innkeeper never imagined these were meant for him.

They broke your things, so naturally they must compensate; this silver money—see if you dare to take it! Jiang Yunchu raised an eyebrow; if you dare to take it, she'll give it; if you don't dare... then you'll just consider yourself unlucky, huh.

She is no saint, and she doesn't want to give people the false impression of being insatiably greedy like a snake swallowing an elephant.

Moreover, she was dining at their inn; she was the one being disturbed, not the one causing trouble.

If the innkeeper dares not to take it, she will feel no guilt at all.

I'll take it!

That innkeeper gritted his teeth, then nodded firmly. How could he not want it? All his life's savings, now reduced to fragments—how could he not want it?

Take it and leave!

Also... hurry up with the food, I'm hungry.

She turned around, then with a 'pa' opened her fan; the outward side bore four large characters: 'I am naturally unrestrained.'

Although she had just gone through a fight, her clothes remained as good as new, not a single wrinkle added.

Yun, you shouldn't have let them go. Han Bing's eyes, as if stained with wind and snow, revealed a bone-deep cold.

Jiang Yunchu, however, laughed and shook her head: 'Han Bing, in life, to emphasize womanly benevolence is wrong.'

But exterminating them completely isn't necessarily right either.

Especially in this place, this is an inn; we can leave, we can go.

But...

She pointed to the tidying shop boy, that lively and cheerful youth, and the honest and loyal innkeeper; in this inn, she only saw these two people.

They can't leave; this little inn is their root, the place they need to live.

She smiled; the smile on her lips carried a charm, as if it could draw people in.

Han Bing stared, dazed; the hand wiping her chopsticks suddenly paused.

Just...