The very nervous guards, whose hearts were still racing, saw the master fall and were startled into exclamations.
Immediately after, footsteps sounded in the backyard.
A group of people quickly surrounded Chu Heng, who was standing in the courtyard, holding iron shovels, wooden sticks, and some even carrying oil barrels and flint stones.
"Who are you, daring to intrude on our Yonghe Workshop? If you don't explain, don't blame us for sending you straight to the yamen."
A middle-aged man looked at Chu Heng warily, especially noticing his outstanding appearance and intimidating demeanor, feeling a bit uneasy as he quietly instructed the two strongmen behind him to get ready to douse him with kerosene and corner him.
Chu Heng noticed the actions of the three, his brow twitched, and he finally opened his mouth: "I am Chu Heng, your shopkeeper is my wife."
The middle-aged man looked at him in astonishment but didn't immediately believe him.
He still held the flint stone in his hand.
