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The footsteps outside reached her door and paused. Jiang Yuyan's breathing became rapid and tense, her eyes fixed on the crack in the doorway.

She gripped the stool tightly, swallowed hard, and could clearly hear her own heart pounding in the silent darkness.

In her daze, a rapid knocking came from outside the door, startling Jiang Yuyan so much that she almost jumped up.

Just as they were wondering why the thief was so brazen, Jiang Muren's voice came from outside the door.

"Little sister? Are you alright? Little sister?? Little sister..."

Jiang Yuyan snapped out of her daze, quickly threw down the stool, opened the door, and said, "Third Brother, I'm fine. By the way, it seems like someone broke into the house—"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a strange man lying at Jiang Muren's feet, convulsing and in pain. The words he was about to say stopped in his throat.

Jiang Muren followed her gaze and realized that the man was so ugly that he quickly blocked her view.

"Little sister, don't come out. A group of petty thieves are outside. Don't worry, leave it to Third Brother and Father. If you're scared, just call us, okay?"

She spoke urgently, and after finishing, she hurriedly dragged the thief away by the leg, leaving Jiang Yuyan behind, who wanted to say something.

Blinking her eyes, she sensed something was amiss. Putting aside her doubts for the time being, Jiang Yuyan went back to her room, locked the door, lay on the bed for a while, and then fell into a deep sleep.

The next day.

Jiang Yuyan opened the door and saw five thieves tied up in the yard, shivering from the cold and with pale faces. Among them was someone they knew—Jiang Laosan.

Jiang's mother: "Daughter, it's time to eat. Don't look at these dirty things. Let your father and the others handle them. Don't be afraid."

Jiang Yuyan ate her meal absentmindedly, her gaze sweeping over the overly calm expressions of her family members, which made her even more puzzled.

Jiang Muren picked up some food and noticed her gaze. "Little sister? What's wrong? Is the food not good?"

"Ahem, no..."

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Yuyan still wanted to ask, "Third Brother, why are you so calm? Aren't you afraid of those thieves outside? They dare to come in and steal."

Jiang Muren shook his head. "Little sister, you'll have to get used to this. See that third uncle outside? Heh, he used to do even worse. He knows all sorts of people, and he's always stealing money or things from our house."

Jiang Yuyan's lips twitched. She hadn't expected that Jiang Laosan was a repeat offender. No wonder the family was so calm.

"When did you discover they had come in yesterday, Third Brother?"

In the 25th century, apart from traditional Chinese medicine, Jiang Yuyan had people managing her guards and itinerary, so she didn't need to handle anything.

In modern terms, she's a tech geek, but when it comes to physical strength, she's a complete weakling.

If she hadn't been a night owl and not used to going to bed early yesterday, she probably wouldn't have even noticed if a thief had broken in.

"Oh, they didn't mute at all. The noise they made when they jumped into the yard was so loud that anyone could hear them."

Jiang Muren scoffed, thinking that these people must have been underestimating Jiang Laosan because of his words.

When Hao Ge, who had a pockmarked face, heard Jiang Muren's words, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He glared fiercely at Jiang Lao San next to him.

It's all because of this useless Jiang Laosan. If he hadn't lied, how could he and his brothers have been captured by these country bumpkins?

Damn, we were too careless. I wonder what these people will do to us?

The pockmarked man thought of the beautiful woman he had just caught a glimpse of, and a look of amazement flashed in his eyes.

Xinli Mama licked her lips; it was indeed a rare and high-end item.

If he can capture this beauty, his "retirement" pension might be hundreds of times higher than before.

The pockmarked Hao Ge looked at Jiang Lao San, realizing that he might need Jiang Lao San's help with this matter.

The pockmarked man, preoccupied with his own thoughts, didn't notice Jiang Muxuan, who had been watching them through the window. Jiang Muxuan noticed his lecherous gaze and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

The town's public security bureau.

"Captain Yang, we've received a report that five people have been arrested for burglary and attempted murder."

Captain Yang: "!!!!!!!"

"Leave this to someone else. I'm going to check if there's anything at the alley entrance now—"

"Captain Yang, I heard that among those people we arrested are the human traffickers we're looking for."

"Quickly, a few people come with me!"

"....."

The village, which was supposed to be working in the fields, was now gathered in front of the Jiang family's house, listening to the agonizing screams coming from inside, which made everyone panic.

"What... what's going on at Gou Dan's house? Why are people screaming so pitifully inside? Has something happened?"

"Aaaaaaahh ...

"Hiss!!" Everyone gasped.

"That voice... doesn't sound like someone from Gou Dan's family. Could it be that something really happened to them?"

"No wonder it's in trouble! Don't forget, Jiang Laosan from the Jiang family, Gou Dan took a share of that money, he'd be happy about it."

"Good heavens, could it be that Old Jiang has brought some shady characters into the village to steal things again? If so, he deserves to be caught."

The captain arrived with a stern face and shouted at the murmuring crowd, "Aren't you all supposed to be standing here and starving? Don't you have to do any work?"

Everyone was startled and was about to make an excuse to slip away when someone shouted, "The police are here!!"

Jiang Yuyan blinked, obediently sat on the chair, and drank from the water cup her third brother had given her.

Not far away, however, blood splattered everywhere, and the painful cries of thieves whose arms and legs had been broken by Father Jiang and Jiang Muren with thick sticks were heard.

"Still dare to shout? Weren't you so arrogant yesterday? What did you say yesterday? That you were going to arrest my sister? Heh—"

Jiang Muren's eyes sharpened, and he raised the wooden stick high before bringing it down hard.

With a "smack," one of the pockmarked-faced Hao Ge's hands was broken, twisted and deformed.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The pockmarked man, Hao Ge, raised his hand tremblingly, as if to say something.

Jiang Muren looked at the older brother by the window, and seeing him nod, he turned to say, "Speak, I want to hear what good things you can say."

"It was... Jiang Laosan who said it. He said your family took several hundred yuan from their family and wanted to get it back. We thugs couldn't resist—"

"Really? So it's all Jiang Laosan's fault then?"

Jiang Muren took a wooden stick and came to the dying Jiang Laosan, pressing the stick against his head.

"Old Jiang, is what he said true?"

Jiang Laosan shuddered involuntarily, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and timidly shrank back.

"Mu...Ren, I am your third uncle. You can't treat me like this, or your grandmother will—"

Jiang Muren struck the dust near his face with his stick, startling Jiang Laosan so much that he trembled violently and almost jumped up.

"What grandma? If your memory is bad, I'll help you remember right now. Our family has already separated from the Jiang family and severed ties. Apart from my parents, I have no other relatives."

Jiang Laosan felt a chill in his heart when he looked at this nephew whom he had always looked down upon.

This kid wants to kill him!

"No, you can't, kill me, that's a crime, you can't—"

"Bang bang bang!" Someone was banging loudly on the door.

"Open the door! The police are here!"