This is really too dangerous, so no one is willing to be cannon fodder, but they’re all afraid of Paul Miller. Then they saw Ethan Grant being hugged by that woman—this was a great opportunity. They exchanged a knowing glance and immediately raised their clubs and charged forward, but their steps were very slow and synchronized, because each of them hoped someone else would rush to the front.

At a moment of life and death, no one is stupid!

“Damn!”

I’m really going to be killed by this dumb girl. This time, Ethan Grant seemed truly anxious, jumping and shouting, “You silly woman, let go of me! They’re coming to attack us!”

As he spoke, he struggled violently, but accidentally, his armpit bumped into the woman’s shoulder. Ethan Grant suddenly felt a sharp numbness in his right hand, and the hatchet in his hand fell.

Pa!

The woman was extremely agile. She suddenly reached out and grabbed the falling hatchet, then shoved Ethan Grant hard at the waist with her left hand. Caught off guard, Ethan Grant staggered a few steps to the right, nearly falling over.

“I’ll fight you all to the end!”

Before Ethan Grant could recover, he saw the woman raise the hatchet and charge forward, shouting “I’ll fight you all!” with great momentum.

Damn! What’s going on?

Ethan Grant’s face changed instantly.

Chapter 4: A Blade Hangs Over Lust

“No—don’t! Are you crazy, woman? Put the knife down! Killing someone is a capital crime! Aren’t you the only child left in your family? If something happens to you, how am I supposed to explain to your parents?”

“Let go of me! I’m going to fight them to the end!”

……

Just as things reached this point, there was suddenly a complete 360-degree turn. The woman, dressed in mourning clothes, with a few strands of black hair falling loose, raised the hatchet, her face twisted, screaming wildly—she looked just like a madwoman.

Meanwhile, Ethan Grant was tightly hugging the woman’s slender waist, desperately trying to stop her from charging forward.

The villagers on the side were sweating profusely, stunned like wooden chickens. Ever since this woman came to Mei Village, their impression of her had always been that she was educated, gentle, kind, and beautiful. They never expected her to have such a fierce side—calling her a shrew would not be an exaggeration!

Those thugs had already charged forward, but their target was Ethan Grant. Suddenly seeing this woman rushing at them with a knife, they were caught off guard and, terrified, rolled back, retreating five or six steps.

This woman is really strong. Ethan Grant was struggling to restrain this woman—who he wasn’t even sure counted as his wife—her wild resistance was exhausting. He cursed inwardly: Didn’t they say ancient women were all virtuous, gentle, and lovely? How come the moment I arrive here, I run into such a fierce woman? Is this fate out to get me, or did I just not study enough history?

After all, he had just woken up, having been unconscious for three days, and had just experienced a rollercoaster of emotions. His body was extremely weak and now at its limit. Seeing that he was about to lose his grip, he hurriedly shouted, “Fatty, you guys better leave now! This woman’s gone crazy—I can’t hold her much longer! If you want money, come back another day!”

“Oh, okay, okay, we’ll come back next time. Take care of yourself.”

Paul Miller was already scared out of his wits. He nodded frantically, grabbed three or four henchmen, and turned to run. But after a couple of steps, he suddenly stopped. Something about those words sounded off, especially coming from Ethan Grant. He couldn’t help but turn back, eyeing the bickering couple at the door with suspicion.

His men, faced with a house full of lunatics, were already thinking of retreating. After all, Paul Miller definitely wouldn’t be the one charging in first—they’d be the cannon fodder. One of them said, “Young master, this isn’t a good place to stay. We’d better leave quickly.”

Hearing this, Paul Miller flew into a rage, slapped him on the head, and cursed, “You bunch of useless idiots! They’re obviously just trying to scare us—can’t you see that—”

But before he could finish, there was a sudden “bang” above his head.

A hatchet had just embedded itself in the clothes-drying pole behind Paul Miller, vibrating with a buzzing sound.

Paul Miller swallowed hard, slowly raised his head, and found his brow lined up perfectly with the sharp blade—so close it was almost touching. A bead of sweat the size of a bean rolled down his forehead. Truly, a blade hangs over lust!

The villagers all widened their eyes in disbelief, staring at the hatchet.

Damn! That was way too intense! I was just joking around, and you actually took it seriously? Ethan Grant broke out in a cold sweat—he never expected this young woman to be so fierce, even more so than himself. She really looked like she was out to kill.

The person beside him stammered, “Y-Young master, th-they don’t seem to be just trying to scare us.”

“Ah—murder! Murder!”

Paul Miller shuddered all over, instantly scared out of his wits. With a howl, he scrambled and crawled out the door, his fat body suddenly becoming agile.

“You damn fatty, if you’ve got guts, don’t run! I’ll kill you today!”

The beautiful woman, though now unarmed, kept cursing and shouting.

Just then, a hoarse voice came from afar: “Young Master Wang, Young Master Wang, sorry, sorry, this old man is late.”