Children of Loulan

Chapter 431 Please Save Us, Sir

Thus, Keremu decided to stay with Baixi, Baier and a team of guards to guard the royal mausoleum together. Ziya, on the other hand, followed Hanguli and others on their journey back to the palace.

After returning to the palace, Muzepal did not leave immediately, but chose to stay for a few more days. He kept an eye on his brother Hawul's mood changes, wanting to confirm whether he had really come out of the grief of losing his loved ones.

After a few days of observation, Muzepal felt relieved when he saw a smile gradually appear on his brother's face and he was no longer immersed in sadness like before. He returned to the academy to continue his studies with peace of mind.

However, although Hawuer had returned to the palace, his heart could not completely settle down. The great-grandmother who had just passed away was always lingering in his mind, making it difficult for him to forget her.

Therefore, every few days, he would personally ride a fast horse and rush to the royal mausoleum to visit. Every time he stood in front of the royal mausoleum, Hawuer would stare silently for a long time, recalling every moment he had spent with the king's great-grandmother, his heart filled with emotion and longing.

On this day, like every other day, after returning from the royal mausoleum, he leisurely led his horse and walked slowly on the bustling street.

Just as he was listening to the lively scene on the street, he suddenly heard an extremely shrill and piercing scream from not far away. This scream was like a sword cutting through the sky, instantly attracting all his attention. Then came the terrified and crying voice of a woman, who kept shouting "Help, help!"

Hearing this thrilling cry for help, Hawuer's heart tightened, and he ran in the direction of the sound without hesitation. He hurried through the crowd, around the corner, and soon came to an alley. As soon as he turned around the alley, the scene in front of him made him open his eyes wide, and anger instantly surged in his heart.

On another street, several burly, fierce-looking servants were holding a young girl tightly. The girl had a pretty face and simple clothes. It was obvious that she was from an ordinary family. At this moment, she struggled desperately to break free from the restraints of the servants, her eyes full of fear and despair.

However, what shocked and angered Hawuer was not only that. Not far away, there was another girl being ruthlessly beaten by two men who were also dressed as servants! The two men were very violent and showed no mercy in their punches and kicks. The poor girl was already bruised and swollen, with blood oozing from the corners of her mouth.

Ha Wuer frowned, his eyes wide open, and he shouted, "Stop! How dare you bully two weak women who have no power to fight back in broad daylight? Don't you have any respect for the law?"

His roar was like thunder, resounding throughout the venue in an instant, attracting the attention of everyone present. Whether it was the onlookers or the servants who were about to commit the crime, they all turned their eyes to where Hawule was.

The servants who were beating the man were also startled by the sudden rebuke and stopped what they were doing. They looked at each other in confusion, then turned to look at Cheng Yaojin who had shown up.

At the same time, the girl, who was beaten all over and lying on the ground with wounds on her body, endured the severe pain in her body, raised her head with difficulty, and shouted to Hawule with her last bit of strength:

"Young master, please have mercy on us and save us! These evil masters have taken a fancy to my young lady's beauty and are trying to abduct her and take her as a concubine!" As she spoke, the girl stared at Hawule with tearful eyes, her eyes full of pleading and hope, as if he was the last straw for herself and her young lady.

At this moment, the girl who was tightly held looked at Hawule with tears in her eyes. Her tears were like a flood that could not be stopped. And the group of ferocious servants turned their eyes to Hawule.

They looked up and down at the man in front of them. He was wearing gorgeous clothes and looked like a rich young man from head to toe.

One of the servants frowned, and said with a hint of dissatisfaction but suppressed anger: "My lord, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business here. Look around, there are so many people gathered here, but no one dares to say a word. It shouldn't be hard to guess what this means, right?"

Hawuer looked slowly in the direction pointed by the servant, and indeed saw many people watching. These people looked at each other, with expressions of fear and helplessness on their faces. Some people even lowered their heads, not daring to look Hawuer in the eye.

At the same time, Hawule instantly understood the deep meaning of the servant's words - the master behind this servant must have an extraordinary status, otherwise he would never make so many people so fearful that they dare not even say a word.

However, the more this happened, the more furious Hawuer became. He glared with his eyes wide open, not trying to hide his anger, and said in a cold voice: "Humph! Since I have seen you, I will take care of this matter today. What can you do to me?"

Hearing this, the servant's face instantly became extremely gloomy, as ugly as if he had been slapped in the face.

He stared at Hawule viciously and roared with gritted teeth: "You ignorant brat! How dare you be so presumptuous in front of us! Before you meddle in other people's business, you'd better find out who my young master is! Otherwise... Humph!" After that, he suddenly raised his hand, raised his thumb high, and then pointed hard behind him.

Seeing this, Ha Wuer looked in the direction that the servant pointed. He saw a gorgeously decorated and imposing carriage parked where the servant pointed. The carriage body was exquisitely carved, and the curtains fluttered gently in the wind, vaguely revealing a mysterious and majestic atmosphere.

After Hawuer saw the carriage clearly, a trace of pride appeared on the servant's face again. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, sneered, and then threatened: "Brat, if you know what's good for you, get out of here! Don't bring disaster to yourself and your family because of a momentary impulse! You should know that as long as my master says a word, your whole family will be in turmoil! By then, even if you regret it, it will be useless!" After saying that, he crossed his arms and glanced at Hawuer, looking like he was sure of victory.

Listening to the other party's threatening words, Hawuer felt it was ridiculous to the extreme and almost laughed out of anger.

However, he remained calm and composed, and responded calmly: "In that case, please ask your son to come down. I want to see with my own eyes who has such a great ability to make my family restless all day long!"

The servant had never expected that he would run into such a fool today. However, he knew very well that he could not really ask his master to come. After all, if the matter got out of hand, he, a small servant, would be in trouble.

Thinking of this, the servant's face suddenly darkened, and he shouted fiercely: "Well, since you are determined to die, I will show mercy today and fulfill your wish! Brothers, come together!"