Zhai Hao jumped around like a clown, not daring to step forward himself, and shouted at the coachman, "Get him! Beat the coachman to death, drag the girl onto my carriage!"
The coachman, with a fierce look in his eyes, waved his hand, and six men rushed forward, surrounding the small carriage. Behind the luxurious carriage was another carriage, less ostentatious but quite large. Apparently, they were the guards of the Marquis Anping Mansion, hired by Zhai Hao.
However, it was evident that even these guards had differing statuses. Four looked like regular servants, while the other two, one dressed in gray and the other in ochre, carried themselves with more arrogance.
The onlookers couldn't help but step back a bit. This was a narrow mountain road, and if a fight broke out and someone got knocked over, they could tumble down the mountain. No one wanted to jeopardize their lives just to watch a spectacle.
