Chapter 621: You are the one with the weakest backing among all the people I

This burly man was named Zhou Liang, a famous local snake in Cold Iron Pass; relying on his cousin being the garrison Commandant Zhou Meng, he was tyrannical and domineering, and also the most troublesome among Ren Ling's many pursuers.

He saw Ren Ling chatting happily with Li Chen on the second floor at a glance, and instantly became jealous, leading people to stomp up to the second floor, pointing at Li Chen's nose and cursing: "Where did this little white face come from?! Daring to touch the woman I've taken a fancy to? Tired of living, aren't you!"

Ren Ling's face changed, and she hurriedly stood up to persuade: "Master Zhou, you misunderstood, these two are..."

Before she could finish, Zhou Liang reached out to push Ren Ling away and grab Li Chen's collar.

Li Chen's eyes turned cold; he didn't even stand up, casually picking up the wine saucer on the table, flicking his wrist, and the leftover wine in the saucer mixed with the saucer itself, hitting Zhou Liang's nose bridge like a hidden weapon with precision!

With a "smack," accompanied by Zhou Liang's pig-like scream, his nose bled profusely, and he staggered back a few steps.

"Damn it! Go up! Waste him!" Zhou Liang covered his nose and roared incoherently.

Just as the few followers behind him wanted to move, Li Chen's figure moved; everyone felt a blur before their eyes, followed by a few muffled sounds, and those seemingly fierce followers flew backward in various twisted postures, smashing the stair railings and rolling down the stairs, wailing endlessly.

Zhou Liang was scared silly, pointing at Li Chen, and called out colorfully: "You... you dare hit me?! My cousin is Zhou Meng! He is the garrison Commandant of this Cold Iron Pass! You are dead!"

Li Chen then stood up unhurriedly, walked to Zhou Liang, looked down at him, his tone flat but carrying a trace of heart-chilling sarcasm: "Zhou Meng? Heh, you are the one with the weakest backing among all the people I've beaten these past few days."

This sentence was like ice water pouring over his head, instantly causing Zhou Liang's scream to get stuck in his throat.

He suddenly remembered the unbelievable rumors in the pass recently: beating the Khan's nephew, kicking the Grand General's son, and the mysterious Commandant that even Army Supervisor Wang didn't dare to provoke—could it be this person in front of him?!

Zhou Liang's face instantly turned from anger to terror, and from terror to gray, his body beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

He never dreamed that he would meet this fierce star here; since he dared to beat even those people, then what kind of onion was he?

Li Chen couldn't be bothered to be the same as this kind of small character, so he said: "Go to the military prison yourself, understand?"

Zhou Liang immediately kowtowed like garlic, a red mark instantly appearing on his forehead: "Understand, understand! Thank you, military master, for this opportunity! Thank you, military master, for your mercy!"

After speaking, he dragged his still-wailing subordinates and scrambled out of the tavern, looking exactly like a ghost was chasing him from behind.

Zhou Liang, as a local snake, knew clearly in his heart.

He knew clearly that although his cousin Zhou Meng was a figure in this Cold Iron Pass, compared to this fierce star who dared to beat even the Khan's nephew and the Imperial Capital's nobles, he was simply not worth mentioning.

He couldn't beat him; comparing backgrounds was even more of a dead end.

This master letting him surrender himself was instead giving him a way to live, at least he could walk into the prison.

In the military camp, garrison Commandant Zhou Meng, who had just finished his patrol, was taking off his armor and hadn't even had a sip of hot tea when he saw his useless younger brother running over in a panic with a group of bruised and swollen subordinates.

Zhou Meng saw their wretched appearance and panicked look, and his heart immediately skipped a beat, a nameless fire rising.

This bastard, he must have caused trouble outside again, and wanted him to come and wipe his ass!

He glared at Zhou Liang and asked sharply: "What trouble did you cause again?!"

Zhou Liang cried with a sad face, his voice trembling: "Brother, I... I accidentally provoked Brother Cheng, and Brother Cheng... he told me to report to the prison myself."

"Brother Cheng? Which Cheng..." Zhou Meng hadn't reacted yet, then his face changed drastically, his pupils contracted violently, and his voice raised an octave, "Commandant Cheng, Commandant Cheng Li?! You provoked him?!"