The Fourth Miss Tang: A Republican Era Beauty's Abduction - Extra Chapter

"Who... who are you people?" the girl asked again, a flicker of panic in her heart. She had chosen to travel at night precisely to avoid attention, yet here she was, discovered. The two shadowy figures in black before her clearly meant no good. As if on cue, one of the slender black-clad figures grinned, turning to a burly man beside him. "Old Hu, the boss wouldn't let us sleep, dragged us out in the dead of night for a shakedown. Didn't expect us to actually score. Heh heh, guess it's our lucky night, running into such a pretty little thing traveling alone. What do you say, should we tie her up first?" "Haha... absolutely, tie her up, tie her up..." the burly black-clad man roared with laughter, simultaneously reaching for a long rope at his waist. They advanced on the girl from either side. "Ah! Who are you people, and why are you tying me up?" Seeing their ill intentions, the girl quickly reached for her small travel case. But her movements were too slow. Before she could fully act, the two black-clad figures lunged, each grabbing one of her slender arms and twisting them behind her. Her hands were instantly bound, and her small suitcase tumbled to the ground. "Ah! You... you scoundrels, what do you want?" The girl struggled, twisting her delicate body, her small feet in pink leather boots kicking wildly. With her hands bound behind her, her full breasts became even more prominent and alluring, seeming to strain against her beautiful satin dress with her violent struggles, igniting a lustful fire in the eyes of her captors. "Huh? A feisty one, I like it. Hurry and tie her up, tie her tight so we can get to work..." "You got it..." The burly man's large hands firmly controlled the girl's arms behind her. The smaller one quickly bent down, grabbing her kicking feet and pulling up his tunic to draw another rope from his waist, binding her feet together. "Haha! Let's see you kick now." With her feet bound and hands twisted behind her, the girl lost all ability to resist. The smaller black-clad figure, having secured her feet, stood up and took the finger-thick brown rope from the burly man. He slipped it around the girl's fair neck, and they began to bind her together. "Let me go! Let me go... What crime have I committed? Why are you tying me up?" Though she knew escape was impossible, the girl still made a final, desperate struggle. The brown rope coiled and tightened around the girl's beautiful form clad in a pink satin gown. Her soft, shapely arms were wrapped several times – three coils on the upper arm, two on the forearm. Once her arms were bound, they were twisted behind her, her wrists tightly secured. The rope was knotted, then looped up and over her right shoulder, down under her left arm, and back to her rear. It was then wrapped once more around her bound wrists before looping up over her left shoulder again, down under her right arm, and back... With this repeated tightening and binding, the delicate, beautiful girl was soon thoroughly and securely trussed up by the two rough black-clad figures. Two ropes were tightly cinched around her fair neck. Her chest, back, and the area above and below her breasts were also bound tightly with rope, making her already ample bosom appear even more prominent and uplifted. Her arms were twisted behind her in a bird-like pose. This cruel, constricting bondage left no room for mercy; these two men showed no tenderness towards such a young and beautiful girl, inflicting such harsh treatment. Completely bound and “Oh my, Miss, your nightgown is so pretty, and it covers you up so snugly. The ties don’t even touch your skin—it looks just lovely. I’ll tie you up for one hour, then I’ll untie you. Breakfast won’t be a problem at all—Cui’er will feed you, hehe.” As she spoke, Cui’er giggled as she helped the Fourth Young Lady to her feet. She picked up the coiled golden rope from the tray and, together with another young maid, arranged it neatly. positioning the center of the cord to rest atop the Fourth Young Lady’s high back neckline. Facing the large mirror on the dressing table, she began to bind the beautiful Fourth Young Lady with the coiled-dragon gold cord. The Fourth Young Lady felt helpless, a twinge of resentment welling up in her heart. She had been captured and bound like a prisoner by that Adjutant Liu; after finally figuring out how to free herself and regaining her freedom only recently, she never expected that even back at home, she still couldn’t escape this “Coiled Dragon Gold Cord”—she was still frequently bound up tight by it. This family heirloom of her father’s was truly bizarre—it was actually meant specifically for binding beautiful young ladies. Now that he was saying he intended to pass it down to her, did that mean she really would have to be bound by it all the time, just like a prisoner? Cui’er had no idea what the Fourth Young Lady was thinking. She dared not disobey her master’s orders; if he said to tie up the young lady, then she had to be tied up—regardless of whether the young lady agreed or not, or whether being bound was good for her or not. After tying up the Fourth Young Lady a few times, Cui’er had become much more skilled at it. With the help of another young maid, she quickly had the Fourth Young Lady—dressed in a silvery-white silk satin nightgown—tied up tight. The binding method was exactly as Master Tang Yunfeng had taught her: first, the rope was draped over the high stand-up collar of the Fourth Young Lady’s nightgown and wrapped around it three times, then extended downward across her chest toward her armpits. The rope was wrapped three times around her Fourth Young Lady’s shapely upper arms and twice around her forearms, before her small hands were crossed behind her back and tightly bound together. After tightening the knot, the two strands of rope were brought together, looped upward over the Fourth Young Lady’s delicate shoulders, crossed over her chest, and pulled back under both armpits. They were then wrapped twice around her crossed wrists and tied securely, leaving Fourth Young Lady’s hands, bound behind her back, suspended high at the nape of her neck. Seeing her reflection in the mirror—bound tightly by the two young maids—Fourth Young Lady couldn’t help but wriggle her delicate body slightly: “ “All right, Cui’er, let’s leave it like this. I’m hungry—let’s eat.” “No, Miss. There’s still plenty of rope left; we have to tie it all around you.” ” The rope in Cui’er’s hands continued to wind around the Fourth Young Lady’s delicate frame, looping from behind to the front and back again, tightly wrapping three times around her full breasts, securely binding her upper body with her hands tied behind her back. Thus, after the Fourth Young Lady was tightly bound, her pair of high, full breasts were also securely fastened. The rope continued to wind downward; several crisscrossing ties were tightly secured between her soft breasts and her slender waist, binding her delicate waist as well. By this point, a long, coiled golden rope had been almost entirely wrapped around the Fourth Young Lady’s upper body. “Mmm, all tied up. Master will surely be pleased when he sees this. Hehe, Young Lady, you look so beautiful tied up like this,” Cui’er said happily after binding the Fourth Young Lady tightly in a crisscross pattern. The tightly bound Fourth Young Lady turned around, her beautiful eyes glancing a few times at the two young maids, then lowered her head to look at her full breasts, which were pushed high by the tight bindings: “You tie me up in such a shameful way every time—are you satisfied now?” “Not at all! You look the most beautiful like this, Miss. Master is very pleased,” Cui’er laughed. Hearing Cui’er mention her father, the Fourth Young Lady lost her temper and said resignedly, “Father may be satisfied, but I’m too ashamed to show my face in public. Now, go bring breakfast here—I’ve been starving for ages. I’ll eat right here.” “Yes, Fourth Young Lady, please wait a moment.” Another young maid replied and ran out to fetch breakfast. Cui’er helped the tightly bound Fourth Young Lady sit down at a small round dining table. Gently stroking the Fourth Young Lady’s small hands, which were tied behind her back, she said, “ “Miss, even though having your hands tied up is a bit inconvenient, you’ve actually become more and more beautiful ever since you were bound with this strange rope. Also, Miss, the Second Lady has been dressing up in full regalia every day lately. She has her maids tie her up so she can strut around the mansion, showing off and flirting…” “Cui’er, shut up! Don’t talk about my stepmother behind her back like that!” the Fourth Young Lady scolded. “Yes, Young Lady, I wasn’t speaking ill of the Second Lady. What I meant was that Master dotes on her. I heard that all the precious cords in the house were stolen by villains, leaving only one—and Master bestowed that very one upon the Second Lady… Hmm, Master is very kind to you, too; he gave you the precious cord you brought back, and the First Young Lady and the others are quite jealous.” ” Cui’er chattered on. These six coiled-dragon gold cords, heirlooms of the Tang family, had previously been carefully preserved by Tang Yunfeng, but later, under the “scheming and seduction” of Teng Tian Xiaojí and Adjutant Liu, they used them to bind nearly every young, beautiful woman in the Tang household—including Consort Ru—one by one. Through a mix of coaxing and trickery, they took five of them away, leaving only one dragon cord for Tang Yunfeng. This single coiled-dragon golden rope had now become almost exclusively the personal property of Lady Ru, Li Qian. Ever since that night when Tang Yunfeng bound Li Qian—who was completely naked—tightly with the coiled-dragon golden rope, and after the two had spent a night of passionate lovemaking, Li Qian had become deeply dependent on the coiled-dragon golden rope. Now, whenever Tang Yunfeng slept in her room at night, she would strip completely naked and have him tie her up tightly. However, when Tang Yunfeng bound Li Qian, he no longer dared to tighten the Coiled-Dragon Golden Rope into her private parts, fearing he might bind her so tightly that she would lose her true nature and turn into a wanton coquette. Although Tang Yunfeng rather liked that version of Li Qian who had lost her composure, he was afraid of “ruining” her. Even so, once Li Qian was bound naked with the coiled-dragon golden rope, she would drive Tang Yunfeng wild with desire, and he would revel in their play… She was far more alluring than the dignified and quiet First Lady, Madame Ruan. So now, Tang Yunfeng spent almost all his evenings with Li Qian, his concubine. And Li Qian’s fondness for and dependence on the Coiled-Dragon Golden Rope nearly surpassed her love for her own son. Her son, Tang Dailong, had essentially been left entirely in the care of the First Lady, Lady Ruan. This was the case at night, and it was the same during the day. During the day, Li Qian would dress herself up in all her finery; sometimes she’d have her maids, and other times she’d have Tang Yunfeng himself, tie her up tightly. Li Qian originally had little to do besides playing with her son, but once bound, accompanied by her young maid Xin’er, she would—just as Cui’er had described—sway her slender waist like a willow in the wind, parading through the grand mansion. With her hands tied behind her back, her gait swayed dramatically, giving the impression that she was deliberately flaunting her charms. Of Tang Yunfeng’s five daughters, all except the eldest had been bound with the Coiling Dragon Golden Rope. After the Fifth Young Lady was rescued, she returned to school. Before the Fourth Young Lady came back, only the First and Second Young Ladies remained at home. Although she had been bound with the coiled-dragon golden rope, the Second Young Lady had no fondness for it—in fact, she felt some aversion to it—and she was quite dismissive of her stepmother Li Qian’s actions. Listening to the maid Cui’er’s incessant chatter, the Fourth Young Miss spat out, “My eldest and second sisters certainly don’t like that sort of thing. Is being tied up really that much fun? Only a little brat like you would think that way. Just you wait…” Before the Fourth Young Lady could finish her sentence, the young maid entered carrying breakfast. The Fourth Young Lady’s breakfast was simple: a glass of milk, two small plates of side dishes, and a few delicate pastries. Bound hand and foot, with her small hands tightly tied behind her back, she sat at the dining table merely for show; all her movements were handled by her personal maid, Cui’er. The Fourth Young Lady’s bright red lips moved open and closed with great elegance, her plump little cheeks twitching slightly as she chewed the food in her mouth, seemingly thoroughly enjoying Cui’er’s attentive service: “Since you’ve tied yourself up like this, you’d better serve me well.” Cui’er, however, didn’t think much of it. Ever since she was a child, serving the Fourth Young Lady her meals had been a routine matter; even when the young lady wasn’t tied up, Cui’er was often happy to feed her. But serving her while she was tied up was something Cui’er enjoyed even more. The Fourth Young Lady looked absolutely stunning when she was tied up; even eating became so elegant and beautiful that it was simply mesmerizing. If she were a man, she would definitely marry the Fourth Young Lady and take her home as his wife. Who knows which lucky man would have such good fortune? The mistress and her maid were happily enjoying breakfast together. Cui’er had just slipped a small piece of cake into Fourth Young Lady’s bright red little mouth, then lifted the cup of milk to her lips. Fourth Young Lady shook her head, swallowed the food in her mouth, and said, “I don’t want milk; I want juice.” “Be a good girl, Miss. Have a little milk first, and I’ll go get you some juice in a moment,” Cui’er coaxed, holding out the cup of milk. "Mmm-hmm," the two girls, who had been on the verge of despair, cried tears of joy, nodding their heads in agreement. However, although the masked men in black said this, they did not untie the girls' hands, which were bound behind their backs, nor did they remove the silk scarves gagging their mouths. Instead, they each grabbed the ropes binding their hands from behind and led them towards the door. The masked man in black guarding the door reached out and took Li Wanzhen, while the other supported Wang Xiaoxia. The four of them quietly slipped out of the hall. At this time, the bright moon was hidden, and it was the darkest hour before dawn. Yet, the two masked men in black seemed very familiar with the layout of the mansion. They hurried through the winding paths within the estate with the two still tightly bound girls, taking many turns until they arrived beside a row of independent small houses. Opening the leftmost small house, the masked men brought the two girls inside. This row of houses looked unremarkable from the outside, but the interior was elaborately decorated. However, it was pitch black outside, and there was no light in the room, making it dark and confusing for the two girls. They couldn't understand why these two men hadn't taken them away from the mansion but had brought them here. After entering, the two masked men in black closed the door behind them. One of them waved his dagger and cut the ropes binding the girls' hands. The two girls, who had been suffering from being bound, finally regained their freedom and felt much more relaxed. Having been untied, they began to believe that these two masked men in black had indeed come to rescue them. As the two girls recovered slightly and were about to untie the silk scarves gagging their mouths, they heard a clinking sound. The two masked men each took out iron chain handcuffs from their bodies. Simultaneously, the two masked men acted together, binding the girls' hands behind their backs again. "Mmm-mmm," the girls, whose mouths were still gagged, let out questioning sounds. "You'll have to endure a little longer, please don't struggle," the masked man holding Li Wanzhen whispered. Seeing the girls quiet down, the two masked men began to methodically fasten exquisite steel cuffs around their wrists, ankles, necks, and waists. Thin iron chains connected the six steel cuffs, clearly forming an intricately crafted set of connected restraints. After the masked men had cuffed the girls, they then fastened their bound hands together behind their backs. The chains binding their hands were then connected to the chain around their necks, high up on their backs. Although there were no ropes or chains wrapped around their arms to form a full bind, their hands were still tightly crossed and cuffed together behind them, restricting their freedom. At the same time, the chains connecting the steel cuffs on their feet were linked to the steel cuff around their waists. This type of connected restraint was more secure and harder to escape than the previous full bind. The only advantage was that the connected restraint would not cause the same physical harm as the full bind, making it "Alright, a deal's a deal. Untie us, take off these restraints, and we'll go with you, be your guests," Wang Xiaoxia said, peeking out from behind Li Wanzhen. "Untie you...? That's a given, but since I'm the host, I do have some requirements for how my guests should present themselves, hehe..." the young man chuckled. "What? You want to dress us up too? W-what do you mean by that?" Wang Xiaoxia asked, confused. "No rush, no rush, little sister, don't be anxious. You'll know what I mean soon enough, hehe... Then let's start by dressing up little sister..." The young man turned to the red-clad woman holding a small leather case and said, "Honglian, go ahead. Just dress up little sister's little mouth and pretty big eyes, that'll be enough, hehe..." "Yes, Master." The red-clad woman named Honglian replied, placed the small leather case on the table, opened it, and beckoned to Wang Xiaoxia. "Little sister, come here." Li Wanzhen couldn't figure out what this young master was up to, nor what was inside the small case. She tried to stop her, "Xia'er, don't go over." "My dear young lady, in your current state, even if I wanted to do anything to you, you wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Don't be stubborn, come over quickly." The young man fanned himself with a folding fan, a smile still on his face. "No." Li Wanzhen blocked Wang Xiaoxia. "Alas, my dear young lady, since you want to protect your little sister, let's dress you up first..." The young man closed his fan and pointed at the two red-clad women. "You two go. First, unlock the restraints on this young lady and dress her up properly." "Yes, Master." The two replied, stepped forward, turned Li Wanzhen around, and began to unlock the steel rings and chains bound to her. Seeing the two red-clad women actually untying Li Wanzhen, Wang Xiaoxia breathed a sigh of relief. "This young master really didn't lie to us." However, what happened next made Wang Xiaoxia furious. After the two red-clad women completely removed the restraints binding Li Wanzhen, they led her to the table. The one named Honglian took a roll of brownish-yellow rope from the small leather case, unfurled it, and draped it around Li Wanzhen's fair neck. The two then began to expertly bind Li Wanzhen, working together with coordinated movements. "What are you doing!?" Li Wanzhen and Wang Xiaoxia shrieked simultaneously. As the rope was tied around her, Li Wanzhen cried out and twisted her delicate body, desperately trying to break free from the two red-clad women's control and binding, but it was in vain. She found that these two girls had immense strength. One fair hand gripping her felt like a steel clamp. Moreover, their coordination was impeccable, and their binding was swift. After only a few struggles, Li Wanzhen was bound tightly. The rope wasn't tightened around her neck, but after a few loops around her arms, her hands were crossed behind her back and tied securely, a simple yet effective hogtie. With her hands bound behind her, one red-clad woman bent down, lifted the hem of Li Wanzhen's qipao, and tightly bound her feet together side-by-side with rope. Wang Xiaoxia screamed and questioned the young man, but before he could answer, Li Wanzhen was already bound. Seeing Li Wanzhen tied up, the young man smiled slightly. "Little sister, don't worry, I have no ill intentions. Tying her up is just for safety." "For safety? You have to tie someone up for safety? I-we won't talk or move..." Suddenly, Wang Xiaoxia's beautiful big eyes widened in fear. "Are... are they going to tie me up with rope too?" she said, taking two steps back. "Oh? Are you very afraid of being tied up with rope?" the young man asked with a smile. "Mmm." Wang Xiaoxia nodded, a blush spreading across her cheeks, making her even more alluring. The sight made the young man's heart flutter. "Hmm, you must have been tied up by bad people before. Since little sister dislikes rope, we won't use it. This is quite nice too." As he spoke, the young man walked up to Wang Xiaoxia, reached out, and touched the steel rings around her neck and waist. He then moved his hand behind her, finding her hands bound behind her back. Wang Xiaoxia's slender hands were soft, boneless, and incredibly smooth. The young master held them, reluctant to let go for a moment. Wang Xiaoxia's delicate body was almost leaning into the young man's embrace. Smelling his masculine scent, she felt a wave of dizziness, as if she had temporarily forgotten she was still a bound prisoner. She longed for him to hold her close and cherish her, and her body instinctively pressed closer to the young man. "Truly an innocent maiden, untouched by the world. What kind of revolution is she running out to join? From now on, this young master will take good care of you, hehe..." the young man thought with satisfaction. "Master, it's her turn," a red-clad woman's voice called out. The two who were close together immediately stepped back. Wang Xiaoxia's face flushed even redder. Just as she was about to steal another glance at the young man, she heard a muffled "Mmmph mmmph mmmph" sound in the room. She quickly turned her head and saw Li Wanzhen, hogtied and struggling on the bed, her mouth tightly gagged with a wide piece of white gauze, and her eyes blindfolded with a black cloth. "You... you..." Seeing Li Wanzhen hogtied, gagged, and blindfolded, Wang Xiaoxia was so shocked that she snapped back to reality. Her initial shyness turned directly into anger. "Little sister, don't be afraid. My hospitality is a bit unconventional, hehe..." He gestured to the red-clad women. "Be gentle with little sister." "Yes, Master." One red-clad woman came over and pulled Wang Xiaoxia to the table. The other embraced her full, delicate body from behind, picked up a silk scarf from the table, pinched her mouth, and began to stuff it in. "Mmmph, what are you doing? No!" Wang Xiaoxia began to resist. But soon, she couldn't speak anymore. One piece of gauze after another was stuffed into Wang Xiaoxia's mouth until it was full. Then, another piece was tightly secured from the outside, and finally, a longer silk scarf was used to cover both her nose and mouth, like wearing a large mask. After the silk scarf was tied tightly behind her head, a black cloth completely blindfolded the young lady's eyes, just like Li Wanzhen. Although she wasn't bound with rope like Li Wanzhen, Wang Xiaoxia now had a bad premonition: this elegant young master was definitely not a good person. She and her sister might have fallen into the hands of another group of villains, who weren't here to rescue them but had ulterior motives. But it was too late to say anything now. One young lady was still bound behind her back, and the other was hogtied. With her eyes unable to see and her mouth unable to speak, she could only be at their mercy. After binding and dressing up the two young ladies, the young man looked at the two red-clad women with a giggle. "How are they? Are they satisfactory?" Hongling, with a melon seed-shaped face, pursed her lips and chuckled softly. "Master's fortune is great. Both young ladies are very lovely,嘻嘻." "Congratulations, Master." Honglian, with a baby face, was unsmiling, making it impossible to tell if she was happy or jealous. Their voices were not loud, and although Li Wanzhen and Wang Xiaoxia's ears were not plugged, they couldn't hear very clearly. Even if they could, the conversation was nonsensical, and they couldn't guess who these people were or what they planned to do to the sisters. "Since they're satisfactory, let's get them into the carriage and go," the young man said, fanning himself with his folding fan as he walked out of the room with a smile. Hongling unlocked the iron chain that Wang Xiaoxia was attached to a hook in the corner. The two then led her out of the room and lifted her into the carriage. The carriage had two rows of long benches on either side. However, they didn't let Wang Xiaoxia sit on the benches but had her sit on a cushion on the floor of the carriage, facing outwards. Afterward, they lifted the hogtied Li Wanzhen into the carriage and had the two young ladies sit back-to-back on the cushion on the floor of the carriage. Then, they took out a rope and tightly bound the two young ladies together back-to-back. After binding and settling the two young ladies, the young man got into the carriage, and the carriage swayed and rumbled away from the secluded mansion. Inside the carriage, the young man sat on a long bench, shaking his head and fanning himself, contentedly admiring the two beautiful young ladies sitting on the floor, tightly bound together, adding a touch of spring to the lonely journey back... “You little rascal, teasing me again. Well then, let’s start our romantic bath right now, ha ha…” Young Master Chen laughed heartily, casually picked up a coil of rope lying beside the bathtub, and reached in to pull the soaking-wet Honglian out of the water. “You can’t tie me up—if you do, I won’t be able to serve you properly. No way…” Honglian dodged and weaved through the water, trying to avoid being caught by Young Master Chen. “Little girl, your hands are too restless—I’ll have to tie them up, ha ha… I only like your little mouth and those two little holes down there; I don’t like your little hands fiddling around, Wahahaha…” Young Master Chen laughed lewdly as he swung the rope, chasing after Honglian. Honglian’s attempts to escape and dodge were merely symbolic; the bathtub wasn’t very spacious—where could she possibly run? After splashing about a few times, Young Master Chen caught up to her and grabbed her. Even after being caught, Honglian’s delicate body continued to twist and struggle. Young Master Chen quickly pinned her small hands behind her back, clasping them tightly, then wrapped his arms around her soft, snow-white body and sat down beside the bathtub, With one hand, he clenched her slender wrists, which were pinned behind her back, and sandwiched her delicate body between his legs, bringing her face-to-face with him. A pair of high, firm, snow-white breasts trembled and swayed right before his eyes, and Young Master Chen felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. Young Master Chen grinned widely, burying his entire face in the deep cleavage formed by Honglian’s full breasts, kissing her with great rapture. Unsatisfied with just kissing, he brought his teeth into play, making her pink, tender nipples the target of his ravishing. As Honglian’s sensitive spots were violated, an unbearable tingling sensation coursed through her. She giggled coquettishly, her slender body—with her hands pinned behind her back—twisting even more violently, yet she dared not truly resist, merely feigning a playful struggle in Young Master Chen’s embrace… A pair of lecherous man and wanton —this was a case of “Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai,” a match made in heaven where one was eager to strike and the other eager to be struck. The uninhibited foreplay unfolded with ease and delight; Young Master Chen, thoroughly enjoying himself, began to wrap the rope he’d prepared earlier around Honglian’s fair, delicate body. Honglian’s small hands, pinned behind her back, were first wrapped twice with the rope and tightly crisscrossed. Once bound, she stopped writhing and struggling. Young Master Chen placed her across his lap, with her back to him, and began weaving the rope in a dense pattern to bind her. The rope was tightened around her wrists, then ran upward from behind her, looped from her left shoulder across her chest, and back under her right armpit to her back, where it was wrapped once around the rope binding her wrists. It then looped from her left armpit across her chest, crossing over the chest rope, then back behind her from her right shoulder, crossing over the rope binding her wrists once more, before tightening the bindings on both shoulders. A large cross was tied across Honglian’s chest, her shoulders were bound in a figure-eight pattern, and finally, two ropes were wrapped around her fair neck. The ropes were tied tightly once more around her bound wrists; they split to either side, wrapping three times around each of her upper arms—as smooth as tender lotus roots— The ropes were drawn together toward the center, and her arms—bound behind her back in a “W” shape—were hoisted even higher, now suspended just below the nape of her neck. This forced Honglian to tilt her head back and thrust out her chest, causing her to breathe slightly heavily. Honglian’s body was supple, and even after being bound in this modified five-point restraint, she still felt a slight discomfort. However, compared to when she and Young Master Chen were playing “Mandarin Ducks in the Water” and she was bound naked was a daily occurrence; moreover, Young Master Chen’s methods for binding beautiful women were endlessly inventive. Whenever he personally tied her up, he always bound her tightly and securely—sometimes to the point of near-death—and she and Hongling could only endure it in silence, suffering greatly. However, though Young Master Chen was cruel, he still exercised some restraint when tying them up. After binding the naked Honglian’s hands behind her back in a modified five-cross bind and securing the ropes above her breasts, the single rope was nearly used up. Young Master Chen picked up another rope from the edge of the bathtub, tied it to the rope binding Honglian’s hands behind her back, and wrapped it twice beneath her high, firm breasts, then tied the ropes binding her breasts above and below together at the deep cleavage, binding and compressing her pair of snow-white, alluring breasts so they stood even taller and more erect. “Hahaha… Lian’er’s soft, plump breasts look absolutely stunning tied up like this. I love it!” After securing Honglian’s breasts, Young Master Chen embraced her from behind, cupping her bound breasts in his large hands and kneading them. Every time he bound Honglian, tying up her breasts was an essential part of the process. “Ugh…” Red Lotus, tightly bound in every way—her hands hoisted as high as they could go, her proud breasts tied up, and now being roughly kneaded—couldn’t help but let out seductive, soft gasps from her little mouth: “ “As long as you like it, Master, Lian’er will let you bind me however you wish. No matter how you tie me up, Lian’er can… can…” “Mm, I really love the way Lian’er looks when she’s tied up like this, heh heh… Then let’s keep tying up Lian’er’s little butt, until it blooms like a flower…” Young Master Chen laughed lewdly as he released his hands from Red Lotus’s breasts, helped her to her feet, grabbed the remaining ropes tied to her body, and began binding her once more. The rope wound round and round across Honglian’s flat abdomen beneath her breasts. After tightly tying two crisscrossed ropes with knots in the middle across her abdomen, he tied the rope securely around her slender waist, After tying two large knots in the remaining rope, he continued binding her downward; the rope was pulled tightly between Honglian’s legs, with the two large knots digging precisely into her private parts and anus… “Ugh…” With her hands tightly bound behind her back, Honglian writhed her waist in the water, trying to resist the tingling, itchy pain caused by the knots embedded in her lower body. “Ha…” Young Master Chen smiled smugly as he continued to bind Honglian’s pert little bottom with the rope in his hand. After repeatedly crisscrossing the ropes, Honglian’s bottom was soon cinched into the shape of flower petals, resembling a blooming chrysanthemum. With that, the binding was finally complete, Honglian, with her stunning figure and snow-white skin, was tightly bound from her fair neck down to the base of her slender legs with a dense network of brownish-yellow ropes. Her small hands were tightly bound behind her back and suspended below the nape of her neck; her high, firm, and alluring breasts were tightly bound with crisscrossing ropes; the ropes knotted and crisscrossed firmly across her flat abdomen, along with her plump, pert buttocks bound in a pattern as intricate as a blooming chrysanthemum—all of which made the already stunning Honglian appear even more alluring and captivating. Her snow-white skin, tightly bound by the ropes, took on a rosy glow, making the desire in Young Master Chen’s heart—who had tied her up— His “big guy” between his legs stirred restlessly, and he could hardly wait to take the bound beauty right there and then. For Young Master Chen, tying up young women—whether they were slender and naked or elegantly dressed in fine attire—was an absolutely exquisite pleasure. Honglian and Hongling were his two bodyguards and beloved pets; tying them up had become a daily routine. Even so, every time he bound them, he was utterly entranced and never grew tired of it. However, aesthetic fatigue crept in unnoticed. While the sensation of binding Honglian and Hongling was certainly delightful, if an even more beautiful young woman were to fall at his feet, willingly allowing him to bind and play with her, why wouldn’t Young Master Chen seize the opportunity? This was the main purpose of his trip to the ancient town. He had long heard of the town’s beautiful young women, whose reputation for beauty was far-reaching. Now that he had a perfectly legitimate reason to capture them, how could he possibly pass up the opportunity? Upon seeing Li Wanzhen and Wang Xiaoxia, who had been captured and brought back bound in ropes, he felt even more that the trip had been well worth it—especially since he’d heard that these two captured girls weren’t even the most beautiful in the local anti-Japanese underground organization. If he could capture the Tang family’s fourth young lady—whose legendary beauty was said to rival the heavens—and have her tie herself up with her own hands, it would be like Chang’e flying to the moon—a sight of heavenly beauty. The other young ladies of the Tang family were also said to be exceptionally beautiful, especially the third young lady, who was rumored to be even more beautiful than the fourth. However, there were plenty of beautiful young women in the world, and he couldn’t just go around capturing and tying them up for his own amusement without restraint; he needed a legitimate reason for the arrest. And arresting members of the underground anti-Japanese resistance was a very good reason indeed. Honglian was tied up. Young Master Chen turned her tightly bound, delicate body toward him, planted a hard kiss on her delicate, porcelain-like face, and said, “Xiao Lian’er, with your little hands tied up, if you want to work hard, you’ll have to rely on your little mouth instead, ha ha…” Young Master Chen laughed heartily, walked over to the bathtub, rested his head on a large bath towel, and lay back with his hands propping him up, letting the tip of his proudly erect member peek out of the water. Then he began to feign rest with his eyes closed. The bound Honglian wriggled her fair, delicate body—which was tightly laced with a dense web of ropes—slowly drawing closer to Young Master Chen. She leaned down, rubbing her high, firm breasts—tightly bound by the ropes—against Young Master Chen’s chest as she cooed, “My hands are tied behind my back by you, so Lian’er can only serve you in other ways. If I don’t serve you well, please don’t blame me, Young Master.” With a final word, Young Master Chen turned and walked to the small leather case Hong Ling had placed on the table, retrieving a coil of brownish-yellow rope. The Hong sisters, understanding perfectly what Young Master Chen intended next, immediately bent Li Wanzhen’s arms behind her back, restraining her tightly. Li Wanzhen offered no resistance, biting her ruby-red lips as she watched Young Master Chen approach her from behind with a smile. He draped the unfurled rope around her neck and over her shoulders, binding her securely in a tight, elaborate knot. Young Master Chen’s skill in binding the beautifully dressed young woman was evident. Once secured, Li Wanzhen’s hands were tied behind her back and hoisted high, feeling both snug and severe, leaving no room for escape. Yet, the ropes did not disturb the luxurious gown she wore. Five loops of rope tightly bound her upper and lower arms, the hallmark of a full bind, an essential detail. Her small hands, crossed and tied behind her, were also raised high, a necessary element. Two loops of rope cinched tightly around her high collar, serving as a fine adornment, equally indispensable. However, due to the pearl necklace adorning her chest, no rope was placed over her heaving bosom; instead, her shoulders were bound in an 'X' shape, while two ropes tightly encircled the area beneath her full breasts. In essence, Li Wanzhen was bound in a simple, yet comprehensive, hogtie. After being brought up and unbound, Li Wanzhen had bathed and dressed herself in the bathroom, only to be dressed and adorned by the Hong sisters. This brief respite, lasting no more than an hour, was now over. Dressed in her finery, she was once again bound tightly by Young Master Chen. Though a member of an underground anti-Japanese organization, Li Wanzhen was utterly defenseless. These people treated her, a frail woman, as if she were a formidable enemy, binding her so snugly and securely, complete with a connected ankle restraint, leaving no apparent opportunity for escape. She could only resign herself to her fate. Having bound the resplendent Li Wanzhen in his preferred hogtie, Young Master Chen clapped his hands and moved around to face her. Reaching behind her, he grasped the rope binding her hands, while his other hand caressed her high, smooth, swelling breasts. He chuckled, "Indeed, binding you after dressing you in such finery presents a different spectacle, making you even more beautiful. I like it! Haha... Alright, let's go. I'll take you for a stroll in the garden. Such a lovely time and beautiful scenery, it would be a shame to keep you cooped up in this room, you peerless beauty!" As he wantonly squeezed her full breasts, Li Wanzhen twisted her body in a futile struggle. Dragged by him, she followed him out of the room. Under such severe rope binding and the restraint of the connected shackles, Li Wanzhen had no room to struggle or resist, forced to be half-dragged, half-carried by Young Master Chen. Had this been before, Li Wanzhen’s resistance would have been far more vigorous. But now, having agreed to the Hong sisters’ request to obey this Young Master Chen, she could only grit her teeth and endure. In truth, Li Wanzhen knew that falling into these people's hands and being bound so tightly, her fierce struggles might only invite more brutal binding and torment. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a pang of resentment... The garden in front of the Western-style villa was not very large, but extending from its sides to the rear garden, it boasted pavilions, water features, and picturesque landscapes—a truly beautiful and serene expanse. Li Wanzhen had agreed to serve Young Master Chen as he wished. However, given her strong resistance, Young Master Chen did not wish to force her excessively. The process of conquering a beautiful girl was, for him, both enjoyable and challenging. Mere physical subjugation and pleasure could not satisfy him. He desired a beautiful girl, body and soul, one who would willingly prostrate herself before him. How he would then dispose of her would depend entirely on his whim. Only then, he felt, would it align with his character and satisfy his twisted desires. Half-dragging, half-carrying the dazzlingly dressed and securely hogtied Li Wanzhen, Young Master Chen brought her into the rear garden, commencing his so-called romantic garden tour. In the garden, Young Master Chen, clad in a flowing blue robe, his slicked-back hair gleaming immaculately, fanned himself with a folding fan, swaying his head with the air of a scholarly dandy. Beside him stood the beautiful Li Wanzhen, her long skirt trailing, adorned in dazzling splendor and bedecked with jewels. A handsome man and a beautiful woman, strolling through this scenic and pleasant garden, appeared like an immortal couple, perfectly complementing each other. The only discordant note was the slender, shapely, soft arms of the dazzlingly beautiful Li Wanzhen, bound tightly behind her back with a brownish-yellow rope. However, this scene, which might appear discordant to outsiders, was precisely what Young Master Chen favored. He could not tolerate a beautiful woman flinging her arms about and skipping beside him. Only a beautiful woman, quietly following his every step, bound tightly in a hogtie, was what he most desired, yearned for, and enjoyed. Young Master Chen, with the resplendent and hogtied Li Wanzhen, ambled through the rear garden of pavilions and water features. The beautiful scenery, the lovely woman, accompanied by a handsome man and blooming flowers, created a scene of profound peace, beauty, and intoxicating charm... If one didn't notice Li Wanzhen's hands, tied tightly behind her back, they would truly seem like a pair of young lovers in the throes of passion, playfully bickering. At this moment, the two arrived beside a man-made lake. A rockery stood majestically in the center of the lake, with lotus leaves and blossoms dotting the water's surface, creating a picturesque scene. A cool breeze swept by, rippling the clear lake water and stirring a poetic mood in Young Master Chen. He released one arm from around Li Wanzhen, placing it behind his back, while the other hand fanned himself, swaying his head and reciting: "The wind suddenly rises, wrinkling a pond of spring water..." "Wrinkling a pond of spring water, what's that got to do with you? Besides, where's the spring water? It's autumn now," Li Wanzhen, thoroughly annoyed by Young Master Chen's persistent harassment, had no desire to listen to his poetic displays and interrupted him curtly. "Gaa...?" Young Master Chen felt like a rooster being strangled mid-crow, choked and extremely uncomfortable, yet unable to retaliate. However, he reacted quickly, chuckling and saying, "Don't be such a spoilsport, you have no sense of romance. If you don't like my spontaneous verses, you should say: 'Wrinkling a pond of spring water, what business is it of yours?' Wouldn't that make for a beautiful tale? You are a lovely little princess, it's only natural for you to reprimand your subject, hehe, hehe..." "What beautiful tale are you talking about? I've already agreed to accompany you, and yet you've tied me up so thoroughly, and so tightly. In your den, are you afraid I'll run away? Or are you afraid I'll get angry and strangle you, you hypocritical scoundrel?" Li Wanzhen, having endured his advances all the way and bottled up her anger, finally erupted. Young Master Chen wasn't angry. Li Wanzhen's shy fury only made him like her more. "Haha! My dear girl, you don't understand. Tying you up, this beautiful young lady, isn't because I fear you'll run, nor because I fear you'll strangle me. It's because I truly enjoy the sight of a stunning beauty bound. Hmm, it's a wonderfully exquisite, ineffable feeling. A beautiful young lady, when bound, is like a priceless work of art. And only when bound does a beautiful girl reveal her full allure, evoking pity and intoxication. Haven't you seen? When I play with Hong Lian and Hong Ling, I must tie them up too before I can truly enjoy myself." "Pah! You're just a pervert who likes to torment women. Why should we, perfectly healthy individuals, be tied up by you? You only care about your own pleasure and not about how others feel. You say you like me, but tying me up and making me suffer, is that how you show it?" Li Wanzhen retorted angrily. "Well... being tied up is certainly uncomfortable, but binding and restraining beautiful young ladies is an art form. You'll get used to it, hehe..." Young Master Chen was solely focused on the pleasure of binding and admiring beautiful girls, how could he possibly care about their feelings? "Hmph, I will never get used to it." Li Wanzhen spoke a lot, her breathing slightly labored. She struggled with her hands, tied tightly behind her back, and lifted them higher, trying to relieve the pressure on the rope around her neck. She glared at Young Master Chen and said fiercely, "If you insist on tying me, just tie my hands. Why do you have to tie so many ropes around my neck too? It's choking me, making it hard to breathe. Isn't that torture?" "Haha..." Hearing Li Wanzhen's words, Young Master Chen burst into laughter. He pointed at the ropes binding her arms and chest, saying, "My dear girl, you've got it all wrong. These ropes binding you are your best adornments. Whether your hands are tied behind your back is not that important. Sometimes, I tie Hong Lian and Hong Ling up all over, but not their hands. When they are bound like that, they look beautiful and can still attend to my needs. It's the same when I bind you. If you don't like your hands being tied behind your back and restricted, then perhaps we won't tie your hands in the future. As for these two ropes around your neck, they feel a bit uncomfortable now because they're connected to the ropes binding your hands. If these two ropes were tied alone, it would be no different from you wearing a necklace, wouldn't you agree? Haha..." "Pah! These are all your twisted logic, I don't want to hear you speak." Treating someone like a prisoner, tying them up so thoroughly, and then coming up with such high-sounding excuses, it was truly shameless. Li Wanzhen couldn't win an argument with him and, not wanting to debate further, turned and walked away. Young Master Chen quickly caught up, reaching out to embrace Li Wanzhen again... In an octagonal pavilion by the lake, Wang Xiaoxia, dressed in a long, crimson silk gown and bound tightly from head to toe, leaned against a pillar. Hong Lian had brought her here at Young Master Chen's behest. Wang Xiaoxia had already been tied up by Young Master Chen earlier. Hong Lian had initially intended to have Wang Xiaoxia sit on a stone bench in the pavilion, waiting for Young Master Chen. However, fearing Wang Xiaoxia might wander off after she left, and also not wanting to displease Young Master Chen, she had tied Wang Xiaoxia to the pavilion pillar. Li Wanzhen and Young Master Chen left the lakeside, heading in the direction of the octagonal pavilion. Wang Xiaoxia, bound within the pavilion, was facing the direction they were approaching. Seeing Young Master Chen fanning himself with a folding fan, looking refined and dashing, Wang Xiaoxia felt a slight stir of attraction. Then, seeing Li Wanzhen beside him, dressed so attractively, she felt a touch of surprise: "Why is Sister Wanzhen dressed so beautifully? And chatting and laughing while strolling in the garden with that Young Master Chen?" But as they drew closer, Wang Xiaoxia gradually saw clearly: although Li Wanzhen was dressed so attractively, adorned with jewels, in a magnificent princess gown, looking like a noble little princess, a brownish-yellow rope was wrapped around her, binding her securely. And it wasn't a symbolic binding, but a strenuous, neck-choking bondage, just like the one she herself had experienced when captured. "Sister Zhen is also tied up, just like me." Wang Xiaoxia felt a pang of sadness. A rope was also tied around her neck, and when she was tied to the pillar, Hong Lian had added two more ropes, restricting her ability to lower her head. Despite this, Wang Xiaoxia still lowered her head slightly to look at the fiery red silk gown she was wearing: they had dressed both of them so beautifully, yet still tied them up. It was clear they still viewed them as prisoners. A wave of disappointment and deep sadness washed over her. Li Wanzhen had also seen Wang Xiaoxia, tightly bound to the pavilion pillar. She quickly turned, shaking off Young Master Chen's lecherous hand, and hurried into the pavilion: "Xia'er, are you alright?" Li Wanzhen saw that Wang Xiaoxia, like herself, had been washed and changed into a new gown. Although still bound from head to toe, she didn't seem to have suffered any significant harm. "Sister Zhen, I'm fine." Wang Xiaoxia shook her head slightly. She was so tightly bound that she could only move her little head a little. "Young Master Chen, I've already agreed to your terms, you can tie me however you like. Please let my little sister go." Li Wanzhen had shown him no pleasantries and spoken no kind words to him all along. Now, for Wang Xiaoxia's sake, her tone softened, bordering on pleading. "Haha..." Young Master Chen was overjoyed. Li Wanzhen's attitude pleased him greatly. It seemed this young lady was unconcerned about her own predicament but deeply cared for her like-minded sisters. Previously, she had agreed to accompany him, seemingly for the sake of two not-so-close anti-Japanese resistance fighters. Now, her attitude had shifted for this little sister who was captured with her. Such a self-sacrificing, kind-hearted, beautiful girl, he, Young Master Chen, liked her. "Miss Wanzhen, please rest assured. Didn't I tell you? There's no malice in tying you up, it's simply a preference. Don't burden yourselves, enjoy yourselves here for a few days, and you'll be released then, haha... Come, come, please sit, please sit." The two beautiful young ladies before him, dressed so attractively, were both tied up by his own hands. Recalling the feeling of binding them still filled him with endless delight. To have two such beautiful young ladies bound, to play with him and be admired by him, he felt that life couldn't be more fulfilling. Young Master Chen helped the bound Li Wanzhen to sit on a stone stool beside a stone table in the pavilion. Then, he bent down and personally arranged her beautiful, floor-length princess gown, placing it at her feet. He then sat down on a stone stool opposite her, across the stone table. A Go board was carved onto the square stone table. In two stone boxes at opposite corners of the board, black and white stones were placed. The board showed an unfinished game of Go, with about forty-odd moves played. Wang Fucai, despite his unseemly appearance and tendency to engage in all sorts of mischief, actually came from a scholarly family. His father, Wang Mian, inherited the family business and was an honest and upright man. His siblings also led respectable lives. Only Wang Fucai was prone to scheming and straying from the righteous path. The burly man in black was forced to stop and parry, but Hong Lian didn't engage him. Instead, she turned and threw a punch at the young man in black she had been fighting. Fighting two at once, Hong Lian was not at a disadvantage. Hong Ling freed her hands and, with a few quick steps, caught up to the two men in black who were holding Fourth Miss. She reached out, aiming for the backs of their necks. However, just as Hong Ling's fingers were about to touch their necks, there was a "whoosh," and a black shadow flew out from the woods behind her, something she couldn't identify. The shadow was incredibly fast, heading straight for Hong Ling's head. Hong Ling had already committed to her attack and couldn't dodge in time. The flying object landed perfectly around her neck – it was a woven noose. As the rope tightened around her, Hong Ling knew something was wrong. With a sharp cry, before the noose could cinch further, she grabbed the rope on both sides with her hands and pulled back forcefully. With two "whooshes," two people were dragged out from the woods on either side, crashing towards Hong Ling. Almost simultaneously, the two men holding Fourth Miss in front of her suddenly let go, turned, and with a shout, dropped to the ground. Their four thick arms clamped tightly around Hong Ling's slender legs. "Bastards!" Hong Ling cursed, straining her legs, but she couldn't break free. "You're asking for death!" she cried again, intending to use her hands to beat these reckless fools to death, but it was too late. The two men she had pulled from the woods with the rope were already crashing into her, their force immense. Hong Ling was caught between a rock and a hard place. With her legs pinned, she couldn't move her feet and was hit squarely, squeezed between the two attackers. The two who crashed into her were clearly prepared. Taking advantage of Hong Ling's dazed state from the impact, they quickly tightened the noose around her neck. Hong Ling struggled to breathe, feeling a wave of suffocation and weakness wash over her. Seizing the opportunity, they didn't dare to delay and acted swiftly. The binding ropes were readily available. They brutally twisted Hong Ling's pinned hands behind her back, binding them tightly. After tying the knot, the rope was then looped up over her neck, hoisting her bound hands high above her head. The coordination of these four men was flawless, precise, and rapid. In the blink of an eye, Hong Ling, who had been a formidable force moments before, was bound and helpless. Her bound hands were tied to her shoulder blades, connected to the noose around her neck. The bound Hong Ling was completely unable to free herself. "Let me go, let me go! You bastards, ugh..." Hong Ling struggled fiercely, trying to break free from her bound hands. But with the slightest exertion, the noose around her neck tightened, making her dizzy and forcing her to stop struggling. However, being captured so ignominiously by these shameless scoundrels was unbearable for Hong Ling. While her bound hands ceased struggling, she still twisted her body, trying to break free from the control of the two men. But in addition to the two men who bound her, the two who had been holding her legs tightly on the ground, even after seeing she was already bound, still held on, not daring to relax. Thus, Hong Ling's struggles were minimal, with no possibility of breaking free. After binding Hong Ling's hands and rendering her defenseless, the two men in black seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. One of them pulled off Hong Ling's black veil, revealing her beautiful face. In the dim moonlight, Hong Ling's lovely face, slightly contorted with anger, still couldn't hide her beauty. Due to the intense fight and her struggles while being bound, Hong Ling's face and delicate body were slick with sweat. Her tight night suit clung to her, outlining her exquisitely curved figure. Above her high, full breasts, two cherry-like peaks were faintly visible, incredibly alluring. "Damn, this chick was trying to kill people, and she's this beautiful. What a shame..." The two men in black who had bound Hong Ling, facing the beautiful woman in their grasp, dared not to insult her openly. However, while they couldn't lay their hands on her, they weren't going to miss out on the advantage of having her bound. The man who removed Hong Ling's veil stuffed the black cloth into her mouth. The other tore off Hong Ling's headscarf with a "hiss," ripping it in half. He tucked one piece into his chest and used the other to tightly bind Hong Ling's veiled mouth. Next, the two men in black swung their remaining ropes and began to further bind Hong Ling, who had already lost her ability to resist with her hands bound behind her. The ropes were looped around her shoulders and secured, then passed under her arms to bind her upper and lower arms, tying Hong Ling in a tight, crisscrossed bind. Then, her high, full breasts, flat abdomen, and slender waist were also densely bound. After securing her upper body, the ropes continued downwards, repeatedly passing between her legs and connecting tightly to the ropes around her waist, binding Hong Ling's full buttocks like a blooming flower. Her long legs were also bound together, circle after circle of rope, tightly packed, all the way down to her ankles. After Hong Ling's legs were bound, the two men who had been holding them tightly released their grip and stepped aside. Seeing Hong Ling bound so densely and intricately, their eyes lit up with lust, and their mouths watered, almost to the point of nosebleeds. They had never seen such a beautiful woman, bound so humiliatingly, especially since this bound beauty was the proud young lady who was skilled in martial arts and had taught them a lesson earlier that day. These two men were the detectives who had tried to apprehend Wu Qiyun at the entrance of the general store that day, and had been severely kicked twice by Hong Ling, who was wearing a qipao at the time. Indeed, "debts of autumn are paid quickly." The two men had been kicked around by Hong Ling that day, and now that Hong Ling was bound so humiliatingly, how could they miss the chance for revenge? The two exchanged glances and walked towards Hong Ling. Hong Ling, bound tightly from head to toe, watched as the two men, drooling and with lustful eyes, approached her with ill intentions. She was utterly helpless. However, just as the four lecherous hands were about to touch Hong Ling's delicate body, the man in black who had just finished binding Hong Ling's ankles and stood up glared and shouted, "What the hell do you two think you're doing?" "Ah? That..." One of them, quick-witted, seeing the man in black's unfriendly gaze, quickly pointed to the small pistol and dagger hanging from Hong Ling's belt and said, "I, I'll take this off, hehe, take it off..." "Get lost, get lost. Do you think I don't know how to take it off? Do I need your flattery!" The man in black saw through their intentions. He thought to himself, "I don't dare to take advantage of this beautiful woman even after tying her up. When did it become your turn, you pathetic, useless guys?" Moreover, with the beautiful woman bound and her weapons at her waist, inaccessible due to her bound hands, wouldn't that be more exciting to watch? These two men who captured Hong Ling, and the two who fought Hong Lian, were all sent by Deputy Officer Liu of Nanjing. The petty detectives of the investigation team couldn't afford to offend them. After being reprimanded, they obediently stood aside, not daring to touch Hong Ling anymore. However, their hands might be restrained, but their thieving eyes would occasionally sneak glances at Hong Ling, who was bound like a zongzi, and then unwillingly swallow hard... The process of the four men ambushing and subduing Hong Ling, and then binding her, though it sounds slow, happened in an instant. Hong Lian, who was fighting two masters, heard Hong Ling's curses and, stealing a glance, saw Hong Ling captured. After a moment of shock, Hong Lian became even more enraged, "You mongrels, how dare you use such despicable means, ah..." In her anger, Hong Lian's moves showed a flaw, and the small man in black poked her lower back. Hit, Hong Lian's attack speed was greatly reduced. In a two-on-one situation, the strength of both sides was already close. With Hong Lian injured, she could barely hold on for a few more moves. Then, the burly man in black swept her waist with a kick. Hong Lian's movements became even more sluggish. The burly man in black sneered, "Little beauty, surrender." "Never! This grandma will fight you to the death..." Hong Lian stubbornly wanted to fight on, but the injury to her waist was too severe. After only a few more moves, she was subdued by her opponents and bound tightly. The small man in black had extraordinary skills and seemed to be the leader of these men. After Hong Lian was defeated and lost her ability to resist, he stopped fighting. It was the burly man in black who bound Hong Lian. The burly man wasn't particularly interested in binding women. He used a simple neck-勒式 (le-shi) binding to restrain Hong Lian, preventing her from resisting. With Hong Lian bound, the burly man pulled off her black veil and crumpled it into a ball, stuffing it into her mouth. He didn't linger on Hong Lian's exposed beautiful face, only showing a slight look of surprise. He probably hadn't expected such a fierce fighter to be so beautiful.