The Punishing Shopkeeper did not press for details of what had happened, but simply asked, "How many people does the young lady need? Do they need to know some fighting skills?"
"It would be best if they knew how to fight, as many as the Punishing Shopkeeper can spare, and I thank you in advance," Mo Yan said, bowing solemnly in gratitude.
The Punishing Shopkeeper hurriedly stepped back, insisting it was unnecessary, asking Mo Yan to wait for a moment before turning and leaving. In a short while, he returned with eight stout men dressed in short shirts, their expressions stern and serious.
"Miss Yan, these men know some martial arts and can take on twenty or thirty ordinary people without a problem."
Mo Yan thanked him again, her appreciation evident. Looking at these eight men, she felt somewhat relieved, sensing an impending fierce battle.