Chapter 565: Kill Without Mercy

Cui Clan.

A large manor that stood out conspicuously among its neighbors was built with the money Cui Ji's family earned through bullying and extortion; his father had long been a notorious scoundrel in the town, and his elder brother even more so followed in his father's footsteps.

Originally, there were many scoundrels on the street, making money through various improper means, reaping considerable profits, divided into several factions; Cui Ji's elder brother could be considered a leading figure among them, nobody yielding to another, and every few days, due to various conflicts, they would clash, often fighting in the streets.

However.

Because Cui Ji clung to Zhu Xing's thigh, the entire Cui Clan could be said to have risen with one man's success, and Cui Ji's elder brother in one fell swoop absorbed the other several gangs of scoundrels in the vicinity, becoming the sole gang of scoundrels in Liangshui Town.

Over these years, having done all kinds of evil, most of the people in Liangshui Town gritted their teeth against the Cui Ji family.

"Old thing, who are you, what business do you have coming to our Cui Clan?"

At the gate of the Cui Clan, two burly men sitting in a pavilion, eating and drinking, saw Le Wenmao stride over; seeing him holding a long blade, they immediately knew he came with ill intent, snatched the broadsword beside the table, and strode over.

"Clang!"

Le Wenmao did not answer the two burly warriors' question, but directly drew his long blade, then leapt forward like a beast pouncing on its prey; before the two burly men could react, he reached them, and as they flailed in panic trying to resist, he slashed with a single stroke.

"Pfft!", "Pfft!"

One burly man's head fell to the ground, and another burly man's right hand was severed and fell to the ground.

"Hand, hand, my hand!"

A burly man cried out in pain.

"Go fetch Cui Xing, even if someone wants to exterminate his whole clan!"

Le Wenmao coldly gazed at the burly warrior clutching his wound and wailing in pain, showing not a trace of sympathy on his face.

The one who could be said to guard the Cui Clan's estate is Cui Xing, namely Cui Ji's elder brother's confidant, who has done plenty of evil; if it weren't for his desire to have someone drag Cui Xing from some unknown prostitute's bed, he would not have spared this beast's life.

"You, you, you..."

The burly man, enduring the pain of his severed arm, glared angrily at the one who had made him a cripple, wanting to utter harsh words, but seeing Le Wenmao's ferocious aspect, the words on his lips were swallowed back; he turned and fled, only after ensuring he was at a distance from Le Wenmao did he shout:

"Old thing, you're dead, you're dead; even if the Heavenly King himself came today, he couldn't save you!"

Le Wenmao paid no heed to the burly man's threat, strode into the Cui Clan, and saw one panicked servant after another; obviously frightened by his bloodied long blade, he paid them no mind, letting them scatter like birds and beasts.

These people.

They are slaves of the Cui Clan, merely pitiful folk; aside from parents who had no recourse and sold themselves into the Cui Clan, some were bought by the Cui Clan through various means—or they had taken high-interest loans from the Cui Clan, could not repay, and could only pledge their own children as collateral to serve as slaves.

Among them.

Perhaps some relied on the Cui Clan's prestige to swagger about Liangshui Town, but few; and even those who did swagger mostly did not go so far as to bully others excessively.

He came to avenge his grandson, not to become a murderous maniac.

"Le, Le, Le Old Sir, is he really that fierce?" Following behind Le Wenmao, wanting to see what he would do at the Cui Clan, never expecting that Le Wenmao would, without a word, directly slay one of the Cui Clan's guard warriors with a single stroke, and sever the arm of another, rendering him a cripple, he could not help but exclaim in astonishment:

"My parents used to tell me that Le Old Sir is a ferocious tiger, but I never took it seriously; I never expected he truly is a ferocious tiger, with a temper explosive to this degree!"

Before Le Wenmao's son and daughter-in-law had yet to die miserably at Zhu Xing's hands, his family, when they boasted of Le Wenmao, believed only half-heartedly, for they had never actually seen Le Wenmao angry; but after Le Wenmao's son and daughter-in-law died miserably at Zhu Xing's hands, he merely ran to the county office to lodge a complaint, not daring even to pass gas, and their inner belief in Le Wenmao instantly vanished like smoke.

He is nothing like an explosive-tempered tiger; he is utterly a cowardly sheep.

His own son and daughter-in-law having died miserably at another's hand, he dared not even break wind, and could only slink away, pretending ignorance.

Among them, it's not that no one knew Le Wenmao would act this way; they feared his grandson would be implicated, for his son and daughter-in-law had all died miserably at Zhu Xing's hands, leaving the old Le family with only this lone grandson as their sole scion; the might of the Zhu Clan is known not only to the people of Liangshui Town but also to those in surrounding towns.

If Le Wenmao truly had the courage to avenge his son and daughter-in-law, it would still be uncertain whether he could kill Zhu Xing; even if Zhu Xing died at his hand, given the Zhu Clan's power, they would certainly not let him or his grandson off.

These years.

Le Wenmao's grandson, too, had not been spared being used by Zhu Xing as a plaything; Le Wenmao lay paralyzed in bed, indifferent and uninquiring, and thereafter the affairs of the Le family simply passed by in this manner.

Never imagined.

Le Wenmao would unleash a slaughter at this time!

"This old sir actually hasn't gone berserk!"

This novel you have arrived at

Wang Ping'an watched as one panicked man and woman after another ran out of the Cui Clan gate, all dressed as servants, and he secretly nodded.

Just now.

Le Wenmao, without a word, cut down one burly man with a single stroke and severed the right hand of another; he too was somewhat startled.

Although he had killed not a few people, acting like Le Wenmao is still rare; most of the time he would exchange a few words with the opponent before striking, to show he did not wish to kill, but since the opponent sought death, he had no choice.

Le Zhuang worriedly said: "Uncle, will my grandfather be alright?"

Xuanqing Daozhang said nothing, and strode into the Cui Clan estate.

Wang Ping'an, meanwhile, gave Le Zhuang a speechless glance, not knowing whether he truly had been stimulated by his grandfather's matter to the point of uttering such words.

His grandfather has already burned his essence blood and lifespan; whether he will come to harm, what's the point of asking further?

"You're courting death!"

A spectator, wanting to follow Le Zhuang into the Cui Clan estate, had not taken a few steps before his companion beside him pulled him back; hearing this, he looked at his companion with a puzzled expression, then heard the companion say:

"We came just to watch the spectacle, not to meddle in the Le and Cui clans' conflict; if you enter the Cui Clan estate, do you believe Cui Xing that beast would not take you as an accomplice of the Le family?"

Upon hearing this, the man instantly reacted, his face turning pale, then filled with gratitude, he said: "Thanks for the reminder; if you hadn't said it, I never would have thought of it, otherwise, once that beast Cui Xing shows up, nine times out of ten I wouldn't have anything good to eat!"

(End of chapter)