Looking down on them like that, with that condescending air, as if he held their very lives in his hands—it was a sight one could never forget.
How times had changed. Now, it was finally his turn.
"Cheng Yun, don’t you have anything to say?"
Cheng Siqi took a sip of tea and said nonchalantly, "For example, how you murdered this Chief Constable’s elder brother, how you fled from your crime, and how you caused the deaths of your own mother and father."
Upon hearing this.
Miss Yun, who had been standing in silence, slowly raised her head. Her expression was devoid of joy or sorrow, her voice hoarse yet firm. "My surname is not Cheng. I didn’t kill anyone. You are the ones who murdered my mother and father."
"Kill her! I don’t want to hear this bitch’s excuses! Kill her!"
Madam Cheng looked at the young widow’s face, slammed her hand on the table in a furious rage, and shrieked, "Give me back my daughter!"
When a lie is woven with enough detail, even its weaver comes to believe it.
It was as if, on that sunny afternoon, Miss Cheng truly had been studying hard in her room, and the one who climbed over the wall truly was that servant girl.
"Your daughter was drowned by your own hands!"
Chang Yi’s breathing grew ragged, and he finally let out a low roar.
Though he was surprised by Miss Yun’s identity, his thoughts were crystal clear. "My brother died in the Black Water, but her parents, and your daughter, all died at your hands!"
"Insolence."
The composure on Cheng Siqi’s face vanished, and his pupils twitched.
But he quickly suppressed his anger, his laugh tinged with mockery. "The truth isn’t what you say it is, nor what she says it is."
The Government Office hadn’t sent anyone. That meant this reckless Young Master Chang who had barged in was nothing more than an ordinary Mid-stage Qi Cultivation Cultivator.
Even with that Silk Wolf, how could he possibly compare to the pack of Tigers and Fierce Wolves present, not to mention his own "good son" who was now the esteemed third-in-command.
"Now, what I say goes."
Cheng Siqi rose leisurely and flicked his sleeve. "Don’t harm Young Master Chang. I’ll settle things with his family later. For now, seize this wretched girl for me."
"I’m going to describe to you, in detail, what your parents looked like before they died. I’ll let you know that even as they were dying, they were desperately trying to defend you, completely unaware that you had already fled to your freedom."
’The life of a mere servant girl isn’t enough to relieve the years of humiliation I’ve endured.’
’Killing her isn’t enough. I have to crush her spirit!’
Sure enough, upon hearing this, all the color drained from Miss Yun’s face, and her gaze became vacant.
’In my ten years of hiding, I’ve sometimes resented my own natural vigilance. Perhaps if I had just obediently gone back then, my parents wouldn’t have had to die.’
"Mind if I listen in?"
At the sound of the lazy voice, the Fierce Wolves outside the courtyard suddenly fell silent.
A sickly-looking figure slowly walked through the crowd.
Although the man’s reputation had been on the decline, the Fierce Wolves couldn’t help but feel a tremor of fear upon actually seeing him.
First, he killed Tian Jingyuan, then he cut down Liu Zhen, and after that, he slaughtered Xia Mingtang.
Even the least of these acts would have been enough for the Fierce Wolves to boast about, to say nothing of the fact that this fiend had accomplished them all within a single month.
Master Mo had already been vaguely considering stepping down; he was just here to watch the show.
Now, upon seeing Lin Shu, he cleared his throat, wanting no further part in this, and silently turned to slip away.
Inside the courtyard, the Tigers’ previously nonchalant expressions suddenly turned grim and uncertain as a murderous intent glinted in their eyes.
Lin Shu walked into the Old Woodshed.
Under numerous stunned and uncertain gazes, he walked up to the grand master’s chair, casually tossed Cheng Siqi aside, and sat down.
He leaned back lazily and gestured with his chin. "Go on. I’m listening."
"How dare you..."
Cheng Siqi landed in a pathetic heap on the ground, the imposing atmosphere he had so carefully crafted shattered in an instant.
His face flushed red as he looked up and met the young man’s clear eyes looking down on him.
’The man’s casual demeanor is even more arrogant than the County Magistrate’s was!’
"You’re Lin Shu? As a Fierce Wolf, don’t you know who we are?"
Madam Cheng clearly hadn’t expected such a turn of events. She subconsciously looked toward her family’s four Tributors.
The moment the young man had walked into the courtyard, the Tributors had frozen in place as if struck by an Immobilization Spell.
’Useless!’
She cursed silently, her only hope now resting on the members of the Black Water Gang.
’Hadn’t they said this Greedy Wolf was already facing certain death? In that case, the Cheng Family will just add more fuel to the fire.’
Madam Cheng shrieked, "We came here to handle a family matter! How dare you show such disrespect for your superiors! Aren’t you afraid your leader will punish you for this?"
She was Cheng Yi’s mother; her words could very well represent the will of Overseas Dragon.
As her voice fell.
A strange light flickered in the eyes of the Fierce Wolves. Their hearts stirred, and they couldn’t help but inch closer to the courtyard.
’If even the third-in-command is done with this kid, then Greedy Wolf really is a dead dog.’
If even they were like this, what was to be said of the Tigers, who had been advocating for Lin Shu’s elimination from the very beginning?
There were a dozen or so Mid-stage and even Late-stage Wolves, plus their own group of powerhouses who had been stuck in the Qi Cultivation Realm for a long time, any one of whom could break through to Foundation Establishment at any moment.
No matter how uncanny Lin Shu’s methods were, he couldn’t sprout three heads and six arms.
"Heh."
Led by Winged Tiger, the crowd finally shed their spectator attitudes and took a unified step forward.
In an instant, a savage aura threatened to tear the Old Woodshed apart.
Yan Jin’s expression grew much more solemn, while Chang Yi directly drew his long saber.
Seeing this, Cheng Siqi hesitated. After all, he was only here for Cheng Yun and had no desire to get involved in the Black Water Gang’s internal affairs.

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