Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

Her gaze swept over the furnishings in the room, finally settling on the candle on the table.

With a slight smile, she reached out without hesitation and abruptly overturned the candle to the ground.

The flames touched the curtain next to the pillar and instantly ignited, spreading rapidly.

Seeing the fire gradually spreading, Fang Yu quickly walked to the window and lightly leaped out.

As she jumped out of the window, she threw out some accelerants.

The accelerants traced an arc in the air and landed precisely inside the room.

With a deafening roar, the entire room was instantly engulfed in flames.

By the time the patrolling guards noticed something amiss and rushed over, it was too late.

The fire was now out of control, extremely fierce, with thick smoke billowing into the sky.

But Fang Yu did not stop there. She moved through the courtyard like a ghost, setting fire to one house after another.

In the blink of an eye, the entire villa was engulfed in flames, the firelight soaring into the sky and reddening half the horizon.

Fang Yu moved quickly, leaving the city directly. He found a secluded forest before releasing the girls, leaving them clothes and some disguises.

Whether they choose to live or die is up to them.

When they returned to the capital, the city was under martial law, and there were many more soldiers patrolling the streets.

Soldiers were checking suspicious people on the street, but Fang Yu bypassed them and returned to the inn from the rooftop.

She had just sat down, picked up her teacup, taken a small sip, and hadn't even swallowed when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Fu Ju burst in, and when he saw Fang Yu leisurely drinking tea inside, he was slightly taken aback. He quickly closed the door and strode over to Fang Yu.

"Miss Fang, where have you been?" Fu Ju frowned, his tone tinged with worry.

Fang Yu put down his teacup and answered frankly, "I happened to hear that the grain supplies being transported to the front lines had already left the city, so I went to take care of them on the way."

Upon hearing this, Fu Ju's expression changed slightly. He took two steps forward to get closer to Fang Yu and lowered his voice: "The villa in the west of the city is on fire..."

"Yes, I did it too. I've also made arrangements for those girls and safely sent them out of the city."

Before he could even ask the question, Fang Yu quickly and decisively took over the conversation and finished speaking in one breath.

Her tone was calm, as if it were just a casual matter.

Upon hearing this answer, Fu Ju's tense nerves suddenly relaxed: "Miss Fang, next time something like this happens, don't act alone. Just tell me what to do."

Fang Yu then asked, "How's the shop inspection going?"

Fu Ju quickly replied, "Miss Fang, as per your requirements, I have found a shop that meets the criteria. Would you like to go and take a look?"

Without further ado, the two left the inn together and hurried toward the shop that Fu Zhou had mentioned.

on the street.

Because of the citywide curfew, fewer people were out and about, and street vendors were heading home.

There was one spot that, from a distance, was completely unaffected and was actually quite lively, with applause and cheers.

It was precisely these sounds that drew Fang Yu's attention. Before Fu Ju could stop her with her raised arm, Fang Yu had already gone over.

Fu Zi, who was left behind, looked not only guilty but also helpless.

Looking ahead at the noisy crowd, my helplessness and guilt deepened.

He clenched his fist and looked towards the capital, as if he could see his enemy in that one glance and kill him with his own hands.

Fang Yu walked through the layers of people, and suddenly a very spacious platform appeared before her.

The platform looks somewhat old, as if it has weathered countless storms and bloodshed.

In the very center of the platform stood an enormous iron cage, its size astonishing.

A group of men and women were imprisoned in an iron cage; they were all dressed in rags and looked haggard.

Everyone's body was covered with scars of varying sizes and depths, which crisscrossed each other.

It's easy to see that despite the torment they suffered, a faint light still flickered in their eyes—a light of defiance against fate.

The gazes of this group were invariably fixed on the onlookers, their expressions a mixture of utter despair, unspeakable anger, and helplessness.

Standing next to the cage was a man with a ferocious face and a vicious, ruthless gaze.

This man was tall and imposing, with a thick beard that stood up like steel needles, giving him a chilling aura.

He was holding a long whip tightly in his right hand. What made this whip unique was that it was inlaid with sharp blades that gleamed coldly.

The man casually swung the whip in his hand, but the seemingly casual movement actually concealed a deadly intent.

With a sharp "crack," the whip's tail struck the arm of a man in the cage with lightning speed.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere. The man's arm was torn open by this fierce blow, a gruesome sight.

Strangely, he seemed to have lost consciousness, his face expressionless, his eyes empty and lifeless, as if he could not feel any pain.

Fang Yu was used to the law of the jungle and had long since become accustomed to it, so she did not show much surprise or emotion.

But Fu Zi, standing beside him, could not remain calm. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force, and a slight cracking sound could even be heard.

From his clenched fists, you could feel his inner urge to rush forward and stop him.

Fang Yu noticed Fu Ju's unusual behavior and turned her head slightly to look at him.

When Fang Yu met the unfathomable forbearance in Fu Ju's eyes, a thought struck him, and he seemed to understand something in an instant.

Then, the man on the stage spoke. His voice seemed to come from the depths of hell.

"Gentlemen, please take a look. These are the newly arrived lowly slaves. If any of you are willing to spend a fortune, you may take them with you and use them as you please."

As the man spoke, he pointed at the people in the cages, as if he were displaying merchandise.

When the man mentioned the word "errand," he deliberately dragged out the last syllable, his voice echoing in the air, sending a chill down one's spine.

At the same time, an ambiguous atmosphere seemed to permeate the air.

The surrounding crowd immediately began to stir, some whispering and talking amongst themselves, while others shouted loudly.

One of the fat men, dressed in fine clothes, shouted, "These look pretty good, but unfortunately I just bought a batch the other day and I can't use them all right now. Let's come back and take a look in a couple of days."