Yangg Yi knelt on the ground, his heart pounding with anxiety.
The Fire Separation Mysterious Skill was a technique passed down from the Gang Leader of the Sanhe Gang. If anyone found out he knew it, he would surely die without a proper burial.
'Ding En, that damned bastard!'
Not all the guards of the Zhu Mansion were on friendly terms, and some of them couldn't stand Yangg Yi.
Ding En was one of them.
He was jealous of Yangg Yi's Talent and disliked the air of arrogance he unconsciously projected.
He would often pick fights for no reason, and now that he had an opportunity, he shouted about it, seemingly afraid that others might not know.
Yangg Yi had been careless.
In a moment of desperation, he had forgotten his place and used the Fire Separation Mysterious Skill in front of everyone.
His only hope now was that the family was truly kindhearted and would spare him on account of him saving Miss Zhu Ying.
"Yangg Yi."
"I am here!"
