"Boy, today I will destroy both of your hands and let you know the consequences of provoking Yuexuan."

The middle-aged man in purple didn't care what Tang San thought. He gathered his soul power in his hand and was about to hit Tang San below.

Tang San was horrified, struggling desperately, hesitating in his mouth and couldn't hear clearly what he was saying. It was probably a plea for mercy, to lose his hands? Wouldn't that mean he would become a useless person? What's the point of living like that? Tang San hoped that now

Someone come and save him, even Flanders.

Maybe Tang San's prayer had an effect.

An elegant and noble female voice sounded.

"stop."

I saw a graceful and beautiful woman walking out of Yuexuan. She was Tang Yuehua who came after hearing the sound.

Tang Yuehua looked at Tang San who was stepped on by the middle-aged man in purple, and asked with some confusion: "Manager Aud, who is this?"

The middle-aged man in purple raised his foot and let go of Tang San, bowed and saluted: "Madam, it's a little brat who came to make trouble. It has been dealt with."

"Um?"

Tang Yuehua looked at the disgraced Tang San. There were still people who dared to come to Yuexuan to cause trouble. She was about to ask Manager Oud to drive this person away, but when she glanced at it, she saw the blindfold on Tang San's head.

Blindfold! Tang Yuehua suddenly remembered what Tang Hao asked him to do.

She asked tentatively: "Is your name Tang San?"

Tang San had just gained a breather from the feet of Manager Oud when he suddenly heard Tang Yuehua's question. He looked at the beautiful woman in front of him cautiously and even with hostility, and asked: "Who are you?"

The beautiful woman was not annoyed and said gently: "My name is Tang Yuehua."

"You are Tang Yuehua!" Tang San was shocked, this person was actually the person who said on the paper that he could help him.

Tang Yuehua nodded and asked, "How is your father, Tang Hao, doing lately?"

"You know my father?"

Tang San was shocked and thought to himself: Could it be that the note was really written by his father? Could it be that his father was not an ordinary blacksmith? Did he have some other identity?

"Look, you are the mistress." Tang Yuehua stepped forward to help Tang San up, but she paused after smelling the stench on Tang San's body.
Chapter completed!