Chapter Ninety-Five: Yang Hongwen Attacked

As streaks of cold light cut through the night, Ding Li and the others gradually discerned vague human figures emerging from the darkness. Ahead, a man rode furiously, galloping without pause, while a dozen or so riders fiercely pursued him. The campfire on their side undoubtedly became a beacon for the fleeing man.

“What should we do?” Li Shan, gripping his weapon, and Scar Wei, already mounted, both turned questioning glances toward Ding Li and Miao Cuihua. Clearly, the two were somewhat at a loss in this sudden situation. Under normal circumstances, as the escort guards, they would have no hesitation in choosing to evade the conflict. After all, their purpose was to seek profit, not to act as heroes who draw their swords at signs of injustice. But neither had ever encountered such a scenario before, and the scene resembled a vendetta or blood feud. None wished to invite trouble without cause.

“Outnumbered, but save him first!” Seeing Miao Cuihua hesitate as well, Ding Li spoke, making the decision. Pursuing someone through these desolate wilds at night was no ordinary matter, and Ding Li’s instincts told him these pursuers were no good.

“Who goes there ahead?” As soon as Ding Li’s voice fell, the fleeing rider shouted loudly, startling everyone present: “I am Yang Hongwen, Captain of the Imperial Guard under the Military Commissioner! I beg the brave souls ahead to come to my aid!”

A sharp intake of breath swept through the group. They had heard of Yang Hongwen’s name before; he was one of the two righteous men of Guangzhou Prefecture, alongside Zhang Mingzhi, Ding Li’s current superior.

“Save him!” Miao Cuihua no longer hesitated. Although she doubted the man’s words inwardly, her long experience in the escort trade had taught her the value of broad networks. She immediately gave a resolute command to the guards in a low voice.

Before her order could fully register, Ding Li had already sprung onto his horse, urging it forward with a short crossbow in hand. He had heard from Zhang Wu that when he was rescued in Guangzhou by the Liu family manor, it was not only Zhang Mingzhi but also Yang Hongwen who had assisted. Ding Li regarded Yang as a half-life-saving benefactor, though he had never had the chance to thank him. Now, the opportunity to repay this debt was at hand.

“Is that really you, Brother Yang Hongwen?” Ding Li called out while adjusting his crossbow on horseback, confirming the identity of the armored man ahead. Though his armor was now dulled, stained with black dust and blood, he was unmistakable. To reassure him further, Ding Li added loudly, “I am Ding Li, saved by Brother Zhang. Rest assured, Brother Yang!”

As expected, Yang Hongwen’s relief was palpable. Seeing the campfire and recognizing Ding Li gave him renewed hope. Only yesterday, at the Zhang estate in Fuxu Town, Zhang Mingzhi had mentioned Ding Li’s presence there. But the grim reality was that his own guards had been killed long ago, and he had feared death was inevitable. Now, at last, aid had arrived.

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