Chapter 131: with translation of chapter title

"Yes, what are you people? If you want money, that's easy to say—I can give it to you. I hope the two of you won't harm anyone in my household." Yu Bohai, having lost the protection of his servants, his voice trembled badly, but he still tried to keep up his bearing.

"I'm your father! Come! Good son, over here let's chat!" Chen Bushi gave a cold snort, grabbed Yu Bohai, threw him beside the steward, walked over and shut the door.

Chen Wuji glanced at the three servants hiding and trembling on one side, gave a slight smile, "Is dinner ready? Bring us some first. Don't be nervous, we won't do anything to you, but don't even think about pulling any other tricks—if you betray our goodwill, I might have to kill you."

"It... seems almost ready." A servant stammered.

"Go get it." Chen Wuji said kindly.

He really was hungry, not just making conversation out of boredom.

You need to eat something before you can fight properly.

As soon as he came in, he had already taken notice.

The outer wall of the Yu residence is high; outside this gate are the servants' quarters and the place where carriages and miscellaneous items are stored. Inside this courtyard is actually a standard courtyard house, but a bit larger than usual.

Unless these servants can fly up to the eaves under Chen Wuji's very nose, they can only die with the intention of protecting their master.

Chen Wuji took out the deed, threw it in front of Yu Bohai, "Where is it? Bring it out."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Yu Bohai shook his head, then suddenly grew defiant again.

Chen Wuji didn't waste words, squatted down, ripped open Yu Bohai's brand-new cross-collared robe, brandished his knife at Yu Bohai's belly, "Cutting here goes to the kidneys—what people call the loins. If you remove them and stitch them up in time, you usually won't die."

"So don't be tense; be firm when you need to be, we still have a chance to talk. I also know the Zhang Family is immensely powerful, you wouldn't dare betray them—I can understand that. It's no big deal; we can just talk it out slowly."

Having said that, he shouted at the two servants over there, "Go, one of you, fetch some needle and thread!"

Yu Bohai was dumbfounded.

Fear also surged up in an instant.

Feeling the icy cold of the blade against his skin, his robe instantly became soaked over a large area.

Chen Wuji's face turned cold, "I advise you not to be so disgusting—are you trying to force me to castrate you?"

"No, I'll get it right now—this deed isn't valid, I'll go fetch it immediately!" Yu Bohai shouted hoarsely, his whole body trembling violently.

Chen Bushi said coldly, "There's no point wasting words on this sort of person; I think it's better to just kill him and be done with it."

Chen Wuji pondered, then turned and asked, "Kill him?"

"Kill!"

Yu Bohai shouted in terror, "Sirs, sirs, don't be impulsive—I have no past grudge with you, no recent enmity; all this is the Zhang Family head's doing, they want to deal with you. I dare not defy the Zhang Family, I can only obey—this has nothing to do with me!"

"You've made yourself sound so clean—is that appropriate?" Chen Wuji smirked, "Someone, go fetch ink and brush."

Only one servant remained in the courtyard.

He looked left and right, not daring to delay, hurriedly went into the main hall.

Shortly afterward he brought over the table together with the ink and brush.

At the same time, the servant sent to urge dinner arrived carrying the food.

The one who fetched needle and thread also brought it, thoughtfully preparing a pair of scissors as well.

What good servants they are!

"No poison, right?" Chen Wuji asked with a light chuckle.

That servant shuddered all over, his face instantly turning pale, "No, no."

"You eat first, let me see." Chen Wuji ordered.

As a man, when out and about, one should be especially careful about these things.

The servant hurriedly took a small bowl, put a bit of each dish in, and gulped it down in a few mouthfuls.

Chen Wuji stared at the servant for a moment, then turned and saw Yu Bohai still lying on the ground, instantly furious, "What are you lying there for? Write!"

Chen Wuji kicked hard at Yu Bohai's supposedly useless Zi and grandsons.

Yu Bohai let out a painful howl, his body curled up like a shrimp, tears streaming from the pain.

"What, what should I write?" he cried out in anguish.

"I must ask, how did a fool like you manage to build up this estate? Could it all be from deceit and trickery? Send a reply to the Zhang Family!" Chen Wuji said.

"For instance, tell them what the Zhang Family even is, daring to order me, Yu Bohai, to do things!"

Yu Bohai looked terrified at Chen Wuji, shaking his head repeatedly, "Sir, I can't do that—if I wrote that, the Zhang Family would surely kill me. In Yunan, they are heaven! Change your terms, how about a different condition?"

"Sure!" Chen Wuji readily agreed.

"If you don't write, I'll just kill you—frankly I find that troublesome too. But to be honest, you seem a bit stupid; choosing to die now instead of struggling a bit longer—you must be tired of living."

Yu Bohai hurriedly struggled and shouted, "How about another option, how about that? I can buy my life with money—three hundred taels of Silver? And I'll also give you land, plenty of fields, all top-quality farmland."

Chen Wuji snorted, "Do you think you're worthy of haggling with me? And you still want to spend money to buy your life—do you think I care about your few taels of Silver? Write or die—right now!"

Chen Bushi, face cold, didn't waste words, squatted down, single-handedly gripped the knife, and slowly traced the blade across Yu Bohai's belly.

His technique was very smooth, giving the feeling of writing calligraphy.

"Spare my life, I'll write, I'll write!" Yu Bohai dared not argue any further, shouting hoarsely in terror.

Chen Bushi gave Yu Bohai a cold, gloomy glance, "What are you trying to do? I've drawn the knife, yet you say you'll write—are you just messing with me?"

"No, I don't mean that—I'll write, I'll write right away." Yu Bohai shouted in a fluster.

The pain on his body made him dare not hesitate the slightest; his shout was sincere and heartfelt, his face full of pleading.

He dared not harbor any sense of luck anymore.

If he delayed any longer, his belly would be completely split open.

"Get up and write!" Chen Wuji barked.

Chen Bushi gave a cold snort and put the knife away.

Yu Bohai scrambled up, clutching the brush.

But as he lifted the brush, his wrist trembled so badly he could barely write a character.

He took a few deep breaths, his left hand gripping his right wrist, and only then could he barely control the brush with both hands.

The written content didn't need Chen Wuji to repeat it to him.

Yu Bohai's own performance could be said to be quite good.

He not only refused the Zhang Family's arrangement, but also gave them a thorough beating.

Once the seal was finally applied, everything was done.

Chen Wuji and Chen Bushi sat aside like two unconcerned people, leisurely eating their soup.

This conduct let them two fully grasp the bandits' aura.

"Where is the deed?" Chen Wuji asked, putting down his rice bowl.