Chapter 92: Cutting the Wang family son with a knife (Please subscribe first)

"Cong Ge'er, you are all brothers of the same family, speak well if you have something to say, why do you have to make trouble with a knife."

Jia Cong didn't put down the knife, but tightened the blade against Wang Yi's neck, scaring Wang Yi into a strange scream.

Seeing Wang Ziteng's shame and anger, this useless thing, still wanting to find trouble with others, but ended up being disciplined into this virtue by others, the Wang family's face was lost!

"Sister Yuanyang, please trouble yourself to tell the Old Matriarch what the Wang family boy just said to me!"

Jia Mu and Lady Wang both looked toward Yuanyang.

Yuanyang saw Jia Cong looking at her with a calm expression, the steel saber in his hand flashing with a cold light, and she recalled the insulting and abusive words Wang Yi had just spoken.

Ignoring Lady Wang's somewhat chilling gaze, she gritted her teeth and said, "Just now, the young master of the Wang family cursed the Cong Sanye as the 'bastard son of a prostitute,' which is why the Cong Sanye took action."

Jia Mu, Lady Wang, and the others all gasped in shock upon hearing this.

Yesterday at Rongqing Hall, Wang Ziteng's wife had also used words to humiliate Jia Cong's birth mother, only to be thoroughly disciplined by Jia Cong on the spot, losing all face.

Jia Mu then knew that this "evil obstacle" was extremely protective of his birth mother.

If he were not currently plotting to secure the position of Commander of the Nine Provinces and needed to use the Jia family's connections to maneuver, would he ever stoop to speak so humbly to a mere boy?

But this boy is a scholar; how could he have such methods?

A dignified Regional Commander of the Capital Battalion, a high-ranking official of Grade 1B, was actually rendered speechless by a mere boy; he was truly so angry he felt he might ascend to heaven.

He goes too far in not taking the Jia family seriously. Back then, out of consideration for the marriage ties with the Wang family, the Jia family helped him secure the high position of Regional Commander of the Capital Battalion, and this is how he repays my Jia family!

"Cong-ge'er, you two young brothers were just playing around. Yi'er's words were improper and offended you, but it shouldn't go this far. I think we should just let today's matter rest."

Jia Cong sneered, "He insulted a person's parent; how can we just let it rest? Does he not have parents or elders of his own? Did he pop out of a rock!"

Wang Ziteng's expression was gloomy. In his mind, speaking these words with his status was already lowering his posture enough.

Wang Ziteng was so angry he nearly jumped: "You!"

He deserves to be disciplined; at any rate, the one who suffers the beating won't be a member of the Jia family.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ziteng was struck with horror. This child has such a sharp tongue; with one sentence, he dragged the matter to the dignity and face of the Jia family. This is inciting the Jia and Wang families to become sworn enemies.

Jia Cong said, "Old Matriarch, yesterday at Rongqing Hall, I said that insulting one's birth mother is an irreconcilable enmity! The Jia family has passed down martial merit for generations, our bravery and ferocity have not faded; we should have the courage of a son to see blood splash five paces..."

Yet Jia Cong's words left him unable to pick out a single flaw; after all, his own son was in the wrong first.

Yi'er has practiced martial arts since he was young; how could he be unable to even defeat him?

In front of Jia Mu, Wang Ziteng had his reservations and dared not act out recklessly.

This son of Wang Ziteng is actually as unbearable as that wife of his, spewing insults at people. Isn't this poking a hornet's nest?

Jia Cong said sternly, "The words from yesterday at Rongqing Hall still ring in my ears; who would have thought such a thing would happen again today!

May I ask General Wang, your Wang family has come to the door to humiliate us time and again. Do you think I, Jia Cong, am easy to bully, or do you think my Jia family has no one left and has fallen to such a state!"

As soon as Jia Mu heard this, her expression indeed darkened.

This boy does not consider the kindness and righteousness the Master showed him, and he doesn't leave even a shred of face. He treats the Wang family like this time after time; does he still have any regard for me at all!

Lady Wang felt resentment and poison in her heart. That lowly mother of his is so precious that one can't even say half a word about her.

Yesterday, Wang Ziteng's wife had just caused a scene at Rongqing Hall, and today her son is even more outrageous, actually coming to the door to stir up trouble, and the words he said were even more unbearable to the ear.

Lady Wang felt vexed in her heart. How could Yi'er say such things in front of people? How can he still claim to be in the right?

But she saw Jia Mu sitting to the side with a gloomy face, not saying a word, clearly provoked by the boy's words and harboring resentment toward the Wang family.

These words made Wang Ziteng's hair stand on end. Could this boy dare to kill? If he dared to commit such a vicious act, the Wang family and the Jia family would be finished. In the future, what standing would he have to come and beg the Jia family?

Jia Mu and the others also changed color upon hearing Jia Cong's words. What does this "evil obstacle" want to do? If he injures Wang Ziteng's son, wouldn't the two families become mortal enemies?

Jia Cong raised the steel saber in his hand, the bright blade reflecting a dazzling brilliance in the sunlight, emitting a murderous aura that made people tremble.

Wang Yi felt the atmosphere was wrong and wanted to ignore everything and get up to flee, but the kick Jia Cong gave to the bend of his knee was extremely strange; he actually couldn't straighten his leg at all.

A dazzling blade of light slashed down like a flash of lightning...

Wang Ziteng screamed in terror: "Stop!"

Jia Mu was swaying and about to fall, but Yuanyang rushed up to support her, calling out repeatedly: "Someone come quickly and stop him! You evil obstacle, stop right now!"

Lady Wang had already been frightened by Jia Cong's saber strike and collapsed to the ground.

The maids and matrons beside them were all frightened to the point of turning pale. For the past two years, the household has said that Cong Sanye Cong is a formidable one, but now he is becoming even more terrifying, ready to take a life with a saber at the slightest provocation.

The blade light was like a streak of silk, slashing horizontally across Wang Yi's head.

Wang Yi saw the blade light roar down like thunder and lightning.

He only felt a chill on his scalp, as if his skull had been split open. A bone-chilling cold air traveled from the top of his head downward, spreading through his entire body, and his whole person felt as if he had been frozen.

It felt as if he had already been beheaded by a single strike. He was so frightened that his soul seemed to leave his body, and he let out a shrill scream. His whole body trembled uncontrollably like a sieve, and his crotch was completely soaked.

Jia Cong stared with disgust at Wang Yi, who had been frightened into incontinence. He was as arrogant and vicious as he was when he spewed insults earlier, and now he was just as disheveled and ugly.

Everyone saw the blade light flash past, but there was no blood splashing as they had imagined; Wang Yi's head was still perfectly intact.

Jia Cong's saber strike had shaved off his hair bun, revealing a stark white scalp.

The force and angle of this strike were extremely precise; the blade grazed his scalp, shaving Wang Yi bald without harming a single bit of skin or flesh.

Jia Cong said coldly, "Today, out of consideration for the Old Matriarch, I will spare you. If you are not afraid of death, feel free to come back and invite trouble with your tongue in the future!"

Of course, Jia Cong would not be stupid enough to kill on the spot; that would truly ruin himself.

Wang Yi seemed to have been frightened silly and was still whimpering there. Wang Ziteng stepped forward quickly and slapped his son across the face; Wang Yi seemed to wake up from his nightmare.

Wang Ziteng lifted his son up, and seeing the mess in his crotch, he cursed inwardly at the useless beast who sought trouble for himself but lacked the ability to handle the consequences.

This appearance was a humiliation more unbearable than death. How could he hold his head high and be a person in the future? It would have been better to be cleanly cut down by a saber just now!

Thinking of this, he glared fiercely at Jia Cong.

Seeing this youth holding a long saber, his gaze meeting his without the slightest sign of weakness, his whole body permeated with an indescribable, fierce aura.

Wang Ziteng's gaze flickered uncertainly. As the Regional Commander of the Capital Battalion, he frequented military camps daily and had only seen this kind of cold, murderous aura in old soldiers who had taken lives.

Where did a youth from a wealthy family, not yet twenty, get this kind of presence?

And where did he learn the methods he used to subdue Yi'er?

He did not know that two years ago, when Jia Cong and Qu Hongxiu were fighting others in a small forest, he had hacked the lackeys of the Judge's Office to death, one saber strike after another.

That night of life-and-death struggle had already left its mark on him, stirring up a courage and ruthlessness that ordinary people did not possess.

Wang Ziteng looked at Jia Cong, the resentment in his gaze beyond words.

Without saying a word, he pulled his son away and, upon reaching Jia Mu, cupped his hands in a salute.

"Old Matriarch, I have offended you today!"

As he passed by Jia She, he said coldly: "Big Brother, you have raised a good son!"

Everyone watched as Wang Ziteng and his son left the Jia mansion without looking back. Wang Yi's hair was like a tangled mess of grass, looking like a beggar, and his mind seemed somewhat unclear.

Jia She heard Wang Ziteng's words, and a surge of anger rose in his heart, cursing: "You beast, how dare you commit violence in public..."

As he spoke, he was about to step forward to discipline this beast as he had done before, when he suddenly saw Jia Cong looking at him coldly, the sharp blade in his hand flashing with a sinister, cold light.

He swallowed the harsh words he was halfway through saying, feeling a chill in his heart. He realized that today was no longer like the past, and he no longer had the ability to discipline this beast.

(End of chapter)