Chapter 506

"Damn it, you dare to have designs on my things, using force and deceit?"

Wang Ping'an, in his mother's embrace, looked at Yuan Ziming and the burly warrior beside him; a flash of harshness crossed his eyes and vanished, and he silently cursed:

"I think you're all tired of living!"

He is a good person, but he is not the kind of good person who, when bullied, dares not even fart and still magnanimously forgives the other side.

Just now, when Yuan Ziming's group stopped and blocked their family's way home, he felt something was off.

After all, this road is quite wide, enough for two groups to pass, yet Yuan Ziming's group stopped, obviously intending to do something.

When Yuan Ziming and his burly guard passed through the elite warriors and came before them, he could clearly see.

Yuan Ziming's gaze toward them was full of contempt, like a noble looking down on a commoner, disgusting, until he saw the white lion beneath his buttocks, and the contempt on his face and in his eyes was replaced by greed.

At that moment he knew Yuan Ziming likely had improper designs on his white lion.

Just that.

He never expected Yuan Ziming to really dare to use threats and bribes in broad daylight—no, in the wilderness—despite his guard's honeyed words, he wasn't stupid; how could he forget the saying "if you refuse a toast, you'll be forced to drink a penalty"?

He wasn't angry; his grandfather would step forward and decisively sell the white lion he had just tamed to Yuan Ziming.

His grandfather, having lived half a life and seen much, knew that even if they refused, it would be useless; in the wilderness, Yuan Ziming's group might dare to commit murder and robbery.

His grandfather did this to protect the family's safety; how could he blame his own grandfather?

Wang Ping'an's mind filled with myriad thoughts, and he silently sneered: "Fine, I'll sell this white lion to you; I'll just see if you have the money to buy it—though I don't know if you have the life to take it!"

Wang Lin glanced at the white lion with remorse, knowing it was spiritual; his action would surely anger it, but he had no choice—who let him need to protect his family's safety? He could only abandon the white lion, hoping it would understand.

Wang Lin put on a fawning smile and tried to please: "Sir, look at what you're saying—I'm not a greedy wretch; how dare I open my mouth like a lion before Master Yuan? If I dared to shout a random price, I'd feel uneasy taking the money; you just go ahead and give it!"

"Old man, you're quite clever, using advance as retreat; rest assured, the money won't be lacking—if it's too little, wouldn't that make my young master a laughingstock?"

The burly warrior snorted coldly, seeing Yuan Ziming preparing to pull money from his storage bag to "purchase" the white lion he had taken a liking to; out of the corner of his eye he saw Liu Dongzhu and her child on the lion's back, and he barked:

"You two, hurry up and get down from my young master's mount—by sitting there, aren't you dirtying the white lion's back? And how will my young master sit later?"

Wang Lin heard the burly warrior's rebuke and wasn't angry; having lived half a life, he'd seen people more arrogant than this warrior—when it comes to life and safety, what's a few scoldings?

Just as Wang Lin rose to go to the white lion's side to help Liu Dongzhu and her child down, Zhang Chengyong stepped forward, blocking his path, face flushed with anger as he looked at Yuan Ziming's group, seemingly preparing to do something; he startled, then quickly spoke in a low voice:

"Chengyong, you must not act rashly!"

"Uncle-in-law, rest assured, I know what to do!"

Zhang Chengyong offered a word of comfort, stepped before Yuan Ziming, looked down on the burly warrior, and said angrily: "Sir, do you know who this family is? You dare say these things—aren't you afraid of offending someone?" He knew his uncle-in-law would suddenly step forward and agree to the warrior's forced purchase, not because his uncle-in-law truly wanted to, nor because people under eaves must lower their heads, but because his uncle-in-law was thinking of the family's safety; unless there was truly no alternative, he also didn't want to sell the white lion.

With the white lion's spirituality, how could it be bought with money?

"Hmph, what status does this family have?"

The burly warrior snorted coldly, glanced casually at Wang Lin's family—all looked impoverished; perhaps they had some background, but generally they were just low‑life scum that could be threatened—like county constables or street thugs; his face turned cold, he stared fixedly at Zhang Chengyong and spoke in a hostile tone:

"I hope you can name someone who can scare me; otherwise, watch your dog's head!"

He is not a magnanimous person; how could he not mind Zhang Chengyong's tone and gaze?

"Kill someone?"

If this family were sensible, agreed to sell the white lion to his young master without causing trouble, he wouldn't kill this clueless thing, but he would definitely give it a harsh lesson, teaching this cur that to act and be a person, one needs insight.

Don't say what shouldn't be said; don't reveal what shouldn't be shown.

Zhang Chengyong snorted coldly: "Don't you know, sir, have you heard of Lv Tu, the Thousand Commander of the Fengyin County Demon‑Suppressing Office?"

"Lv Tu?"

The burly warrior's pupils shrank, and he snorted: "Don't tell me this family is related to Thousand Commander Lv?"

The name of Lv Tu, Thousand Commander of the Fengyin County Demon‑Suppressing Office, is known throughout the county seat for who knows how many years; it's like thunder in one's ears—such a fearsome reputation that not only he, but even his young master and his old master dare not provoke lightly.

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"Of course not!"

Zhang Chengyong shook his head; out of the corner of his eye he saw the burly warrior's mocking expression; obviously he knew that Thousand Commander Lv had no relatives—more precisely, no relatives like his uncle-in-law's family—and he spoke solemnly:

"However, my uncle-in-law's grandson has caught the eye of Thousand Commander Lv, who wants to take him as a disciple!"

"You mean, your uncle-in-law's grandson has caught the eye of Thousand Commander Lv?"

The burly giant seemed to have heard a huge joke, struggling not to burst out laughing; his gaze instantly fell on Wang Ping'an in Liu Dongzhu's embrace, and he sneered:

"The child you're talking about wouldn't be the baby in that woman's arms, would it?"

"Exactly……"

Before Zhang Chengyong could finish his words, the burly warrior suddenly unleashed a palm strike.

"Boom!"

Zhang Chengyong was sent flying, spitting a mouthful of blood in midair, flying a full five or six meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

(End of chapter)