Chapter 159: Manmen Must Be Together Neat and Tidy

"Boss Qi has deep, unfathomable backing. This old man truly doesn't know!"

Chen Chen Guanlou laughed when he heard this.

"Don't know? Boss Qi is your close partner. Even if at the very start you might not have known each other's backgrounds, after cooperating for so many years, I refuse to believe your Hu family wasn't curious about his background and didn't send people to inquire. Are you trying to fool me?"

"No, this old man absolutely has no intention of fooling you, good hero."

"Enough!"

Better let the blade do the talking.

A row of little devils, starting directly from the youngest.

"Uncle! He killed Uncle!"

"My child." A young, beautiful woman rushed out, scooped up the child in the pool of blood, "Murderer, give my son his life back."

The blade swept past!

The howl of grief cut off abruptly.

So grieved—let mother and son reunite below. This way, when the child arrives below, he still has his mother to care for him, not wasting the mother-son bond of this life.

The other little devils knelt on the ground, trembling.

The old man's beard shook again and again, his cheeks twitching and jumping—that was his youngest son, his most doted-upon child.

He hated so deeply!

He stared fixedly at Chen Chen Guanlou, "Good hero, what is your true origin, and why must you make things difficult for our Hu family? Today, you slaughtered the entire Hu family to the last—is that still not enough? If you want to kill, then kill this old man. Why won't you even spare the children?"

Chen Chen Guanlou burst into laughter at the words, then suddenly pointed outside the door and roared:

"You ask me why I won't spare the children? Heh! How dare you ask such a thing. Those children outside—tell me, which one of you spared them? Every single one of them was a child pampered by their parents. What right did you have to kidnap and sell them, and then torment them to death?

Every person here, who dares say their hands aren't stained with fresh blood? Look, the children in your mouth also have bloody hands and crimes piled high. Your children are children, but other people's children are pigs, dogs, cattle, horses—fertilizer to nourish your whole clan. If you treat others as beasts, then be prepared to be treated as beasts yourself."

"What exactly do you want?" the old man demanded furiously.

Chen Chen Guanlou had only one demand, "Write down everything about Boss Qi, every last detail."

"If I tell you, will you spare the Hu family and leave one bloodline for us?"

"You can choose to try what happens if you don't give it to me."

Chen Chen Guanlou wasted no more words. The blade flashed, and another head hit the ground.

"Grandpa, your grandson doesn't want to die."

"Grandpa, save me!"

"Grandpa, save me!"

"Wuwuwu…I want to live, to live…"

"Fine! I'll tell you." The old man looked at the few remaining bloodlines of the Hu family and said through gritted teeth. "Boss Qi's origins and background—for all these years, no one knows clearly. We only know he came from Mount Wanfeng Mountain.

Mount Wanfeng Mountain is a very secretive sect. Anyone in the jianghu who has heard of this sect is probably advanced in years. It is said that Mount Wanfeng Mountain cultivates a strange and bizarre Gong Fa, with a very high probability of reaching the Grandmaster realm. Good hero, you are very strong, but compared to Boss Qi, you are far beneath him."

Chen Chen Guanlou didn't even twitch an eyebrow. "What realm is Boss Qi in?"

Whether Ninth Rank or Grandmaster, let him be as strong as he is. One day, he will catch up.

He was not afraid!

"This old man is not sure. When we met a few years ago, I estimated Boss Qi was at least a Sixth Rank martial artist. After so many years, he may have already Break Through Ninth Rank, only one step away from Grandmaster. Good hero, you are decisive in killing, slaughtering my entire Hu family, but before Boss Qi, you couldn't last a single move. Those who kill are always killed in turn—eventually you will die at Boss Qi's hands. Boss Qi will eventually avenge our Hu family. Hahahaha…"

The laughter had not yet ended when the head hit the ground.

A house full of women, children, and the weak. Chen Chen Guanlou slowly closed his eyes.

Innocent?

Not a single person here was innocent! Even the children had bloody hands. The entire Hu Family Village was a massive den of demons; every single person was an evil ghost crawled out from the eighteenth layer of hell. Since they are evil ghosts, they should be sent rolling back to the eighteenth layer of hell.

Kill them all!

The whole family must be together neatly, not one missing.

A sky-high stench of blood, severed corpses and heads scattered across the ground.

Chen Chen Guanlou stood in the courtyard, looked up at the sky: Vengeful spirits, can you rest in peace now?!

A group of numb slaves stood outside the door, their eyes blank and at a loss. Seeing Chen Chen Guanlou walk out of the compound, no one knew who started, but one after another they all knelt down.

The big, the small, the old.

Wrong—there were no old people here.

The "old" people visible to the eye were actually still in their prime by age. It was only because of long torment that they had aged prematurely.

People kidnapped to Hu Family Village—adult men and women never lived past two years. After two years, they either went into the mill or were sold. Children, if lucky, might survive intact until grown, after which their fate was simply to become a farm slave, or else the mill.

Most of the children were maimed—missing hands or feet, or with damaged features—then sold off to be used for begging. Only very, very few children—for instance, pretty little girls sold to brothels, or healthy little boys sold to wealthy households with special preferences.

Without exception, their lives were bleak.

A torch set fire to this sinful village!

By the time dawn came and the authorities arrived with troops, they saw a group of people in tattered clothes, long tormented, kneeling at the village entrance, and behind them basket after basket of gold, silver, and jewels.

Originally they had come to stand up for the Hu family, and would no doubt have taken these slaves' heads as a sacrifice to heaven.

But since the Hu family was already wiped out, and there was so much gold, silver, and jewels, past matters would no longer be pursued. All the victims would be registered and resettled by the authorities—those who could go home would go home; those who didn't know where home was would go to the orphanage and widows' home opened by the prefecture.

"This official cannot bear to let these wretched people suffer further tribulation. From these silver and coins, take out—take out a small portion—and give them a proper resettlement. This matter, this official will also report to the court. Our county, after years of investigation and gathering evidence, united from top to bottom, through a day and night of fighting, has finally smashed a kidnapping gang entrenched in the mountains for a hundred years, rescuing dozens of kidnapped persons."

"My lord is wise!"

"My lord saves the suffering, the heart of a Bodhisattva."

"What are you all standing around for? My lord is here to rescue you. Why aren't you kneeling and kowtowing quickly!"

The kidnapped people numbly knelt down. Among them, some had already begun to see a light flicker in their eyes. That was the awakening of self-awareness—they were people, not cattle or horses.

The unnamed hero had planned everything without omission. The authorities had indeed come; seeing the silver and coins, the authorities indeed did not make things difficult for them, and indeed were willing to bestow them a place to settle.

Silver and coins move the heart like nothing else!

They silently watched the yamen runners and soldiers of the government office hurriedly haul crate after crate of gold, silver, and jewels onto the horse-drawn carts, silently watching the soldiers help themselves along the way, stuffing their clothes and trousers full.

"Hero, what is your honored surname? You saved our lives. As long as we can make it out alive, we will erect a longevity spirit tablet for you."

"Nameless!"

This was the last scene in their memory before the great hero Nameless departed.