Qin Zhenzhen and Fourth Brother were on the verge of heading home when they witnessed a handsome young boy rushing out of the Feihong Theater.
A group of boys, around 11 or 12 years old, hurriedly made their way to Yang Hong’s store.
“Mr. Yang, please save your cousin’s brother-in-law, Su Qing! They’re going to beat him to death!”
Yang Hong was taken aback. “Who are you talking about?”
“The brother-in-law of your aunt’s daughter in Datong Town… the brother of Su Bin, who had a lawsuit the other day…”
The Feihong Theater was situated right next to Yang Hong’s store, but due to Su Bin’s disapproval of Qin Zhenzhen, Su Qing had refrained from establishing a relationship with the Yang Family.
The Yang Family had no knowledge that Su Qing was working as an apprentice in this troupe.
However, it was now a matter of life and death.
Without hesitation, Yang Hong and the boy swiftly entered the theater to rescue Su Qing.
Upon hearing what the boy had relayed, Qin Zhenzhen turned to Fourth Brother. “We must save Su Qing!”
But Qin Silong had already dashed into the theater before her.
As Yang Hong laid eyes on the siblings, he felt a sense of relief. He had worried about his ability to save Su Qing alone.
“Cousins, what are you doing here?”
“Fourth Brother and I were strolling around town, planning to inform you about this, but we stumbled upon this situation!”
They had unintentionally stumbled upon the theater.
The sound of the boy’s cries and the constant thwacks of the whip against his body echoed through the air.
“Who do you think you are? You’re not allowed to enter!”
Qin Silong forcefully pushed them aside one by one, causing them to fall to the ground, their faces upturned.
“Don’t dare to stop us if you value your lives!”
The remaining two men couldn’t help but retreat.
Qin Zhenzhen and the others reached the backyard unhindered.
Two young men were taking turns mercilessly whipping Su Qing.
The troupe’s owner sat atop the master’s chair, observing everything from his elevated position, while a man stood behind him.
“Continue beating him until he begs for mercy!”
Over 20 troupe members stood around, but none of them dared to intervene.
Su Qing buried her face in the ground, crying out in pain.
“I didn’t steal… I didn’t steal…”
However, the two men seemed unaffected by her words. The whip had already left bloody marks on Su Qing’s hands and feet.
“Do you understand what you’ve done wrong? Beg for mercy!”
“No… No, I won’t!”
“Stop!”
Qin Silong rushed forward, shoving the two men aside.
He exerted less force this time, yet the two men still stumbled a few steps before regaining their balance.
“You bastards…’
Realizing that Qin Silong and the others were not part of the troupe, the two men cursed and raised their whips, preparing to strike Qin Silong.
“Wait!”
The troupe owner intervened, stopping the two men from attacking further.
Qin Zhenzhen and Yang Hong had already arrived at the scene.
Qin Silong helped Su Qing up from the ground and inspected his injuries. “Apart from your hands and feet, are you hurt anywhere else?”
Then, Qin Silong couldn’t help but glance at Su Qing’s groin.
Concerned that Su Qing might endure a similar fate as in their previous lives due to injury in that area, Qin Silong had rushed faster than anyone else.
Ever since he had the dream, the mention of Su Qing’s name would trigger memories of his past life, and Qin Silong felt an overwhelming sense of indebtedness towards him.
He naturally wanted to protect and compensate for what had happened in their previous lives.
Tears welled up in Su Qing’s eyes as he shook his head. “You arrived just in time. I haven’t sustained injuries anywhere else..”
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