"Young master, hang on. This small man will take you back to a doctor right away."

The young man with the pointed chin and monkey face made a show of his loyalty. Deciding that wasn't enough, he looked up at Diaochan and roared, "Kill this mad horse that hurt the young master!"

The others eyed Diaochan warily.

A moment ago they'd all gone at her together and still hadn't been able to handle her.

One of them drew a dagger and inched toward Diaochan.

Feng Qizheng looked at Ning Chen... When Ning Chen said nothing, he didn't move either.

As the man got close, Ning Chen patted Diaochan's big head.

Diaochan lashed out with a hind hoof.

Thud!!!

The man flew backward screaming. He rolled on the ground clutching his stomach, threw up last night's dinner, and was in too much pain to even scream anymore.

The monkey-faced young man saw it and glared at Ning Chen. "You own this horse?"

Ning Chen looked at him and said nothing.

"Fine, fine, you thug... You dare set your horse on people and hurt my young master, and then have it kick our man too? You just wait. You're dead!"

Ning Chen's face went livid. This guy was a real pro at turning the blame around.

"What are you all standing there for? Grab them and take them back for Lord Pang to deal with!"

Several of them came at Ning Chen's group, looking vicious.

Ning Chen said evenly, "Old Feng."

Feng Qizheng nodded once.

He took a step forward and kicked the man in front flying.

The men behind him went down before they could react, rolling across the ground like gourds.

One kick, and every one of them was down.

The monkey-faced young man's eyes went wide with fear.

"You have some nerve, fighting back!"

"Quick, quick, go tell Lord Pang."

One of them scrambled up and ran off, stumbling.

Young Master Pang, the one who'd been dragged by the horse, kept wailing about the pain. "You useless bastards, get me to a doctor now!"

"Young master, this small man…