In years of famine and drought, their village even rejected fatty meat.

Chapter 102 Ridiculous

As far as Xu Zhiwen knew, there were many refugees outside the city who sold their children to the three major families. But don't think that selling these children to the three major families would make them members of the families or servants, and that they would be able to get a full meal.

In fact, most of the children sold to the three major families were sent to brothels. After a short period of training, they began to serve customers and earn money. As for the remaining few, they would become servants of the Zhu family and be beaten and scolded by their masters. Very few of them could survive in the Zhu family.

Zhu Ming's claim that his family is a good family is only enough to fool ordinary people; it's laughable that he, Xu Zhiwen, would try to fool him.

"If your Zhu family is a virtuous family, then I am the number one philanthropist in the world."

Xu Zhiwen said with a sneer.

Zhu Ming felt that Xu Zhiwen's voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard a similar voice before. He also couldn't possibly connect the man in black in front of him with Magistrate Xu Zhiwen, because in his opinion, Magistrate Xu Zhiwen was just a weak and frail scholar who could not possibly have any connection with the man in black in front of him.

Faced with the aggressive men in black, Zhu Ming defiantly replied, "My two heroes, the good reputation of my Zhu family is known throughout Taiping County. How can we not be a family of good people?"

"Ah!"

Xu Zhiwen sneered, knowing that Zhu Ming was stalling for time, so he said to Li Hu, "Let's get started and finish this as soon as possible."

As soon as Xu Zhiwen finished speaking, Li Hu pounced on him, throwing a punch straight at Zhu Ming's face.

Xu Zhiwen then continued to say to Zhang He, "Leave the martial artists to us, you deal with the others!"

"to make!"

So Zhang He, carrying a military knife, began a massacre in the living room. The Zhu family's warriors were furious and tried to stop him, but Xu Zhiwen stopped them.

"My two nephews."

Zhu Ming, who was being forced back by Li Hu, was furious when he saw his Zhu family members being hacked down one after another. He said to Yuan Qing and Fang Yong, "Please lend a hand!"

"Uncle, rest assured, we will never let these thugs get away with it."

Yuan Qing was the first to respond to Zhu Ming. As a member of the younger generation of the Yuan family, he naturally possessed martial arts skills. At this moment, he moved to rush in front of Zhang He and kill him.

But at that moment, a fist loomed large in Yuan Qing's eyes.

"boom."

Xu Zhiwen, who arrived quickly, punched Yuan Qing in the face, instantly collapsing Yuan Qing's nose. Immediately afterwards, blood and tears gushed from Yuan Qing's nose and eyes.

"what!"

The nose is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body. After being punched, Yuan Qing felt so much pain that he almost fainted and collapsed to the ground with stars in his eyes.

As Yuan Qing was knocked down, Fang Yong also made his move. He took the opportunity to get behind Xu Zhiwen and punched him in the back.

"Heh, you do have a bit of cleverness."

Xu Zhiwen seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and with a simple bend, he deflected Fang Yong's sneak attack.

Upon seeing this, Fang Yong's expression turned grim: "Seventh-rank martial artists, who exactly are you people?"

As a member of the Fang family, Fang Yong was very familiar with the strength of martial artists in Taiping County. He knew very well that there were very few seventh-rank martial artists in the entire Taiping County.

In this situation, the sudden appearance of these two men in black was extremely unexpected.

"You're about to die, what's the point of knowing so much?"

Xu Zhiwen shook his head, then rushed out and punched Fang Yong in the chest.

Fast, too fast!

Fang Yong, a ninth-rank martial artist, didn't even have time to react before Xu Zhiwen punched him in the chest. Instantly, Fang Yong felt a sweet taste in his throat, blood spurted from his mouth, and he flew backward, crashing to the ground unconscious.

Meanwhile, cries of agony echoed throughout the living room. Neither the Zhu family nor the guests who came to celebrate Zhu Fuxiang's birthday could escape the butcher's knife of Zhang He and the group of refugees.

"kill!"

Zhang He's eyes were filled with murderous intent. When he killed the first person, he was somewhat moved and felt the fragility of life. But now that he had killed so many people, he no longer felt anything and just wanted to keep killing.

On the other side, Li Hu was also throwing powerful punches, overwhelming Zhu Ming and leaving him powerless to fight back. Zhu Ming would be hit by Li Hu's punches from time to time, causing blood to spill from the corner of his mouth.

"Master Zhu."

After killing all the ninth-rank martial artists of the Zhu family, Xu Zhiwen's gaze fell on Zhu Fuxiang, and he said, "I heard that you were once one of the seventh-rank martial artists in Taiping County. I wonder how you feel seeing this scene now?"

The smile on Zhu Fuxiang's face had long since vanished, leaving only a gloomy expression.

Watching the Zhu family members being slaughtered one by one, he, as the previous head of the Zhu family, felt utterly hopeless!

Yes, he was indeed one of the top martial artists in Taiping County, possessing the strength of a seventh-rank martial artist. Now he is ninety years old, and his vitality has long since declined. Now he... even needs someone to help him walk, so how could he possibly fight with a martial artist?

"Why are you doing this?"

Zhu Fuxiang stared intently at Xu Zhiwen, his gaze seemingly trying to pierce through the mask to see Xu Zhiwen's face. The murderous intent in his eyes surged like a tsunami, as if he wanted to devour the flesh and blood of the man in black before him.

If he were 30 years younger, Zhu Fuxiang would definitely have attacked without hesitation and killed this man!

"you do not need to know."

Xu Zhiwen stepped forward, spread his five fingers and grabbed Zhu Fuxiang's neck, then gently twisted it.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking rang out, Zhu Fuxiang's neck lolled to the side, and he stopped breathing completely.

"father!"

Upon witnessing the death of his biological father, Zhu Ming couldn't help but let out a sorrowful cry, his defensive movements momentarily halting.

Li Hu didn't miss the opportunity, seizing the gap in Zhu Ming's defense and punching Zhu Ming in the chest.

"Click."

A full-force strike from a seventh-rank martial artist is naturally extraordinary. Zhu Ming's chest bones shattered instantly. However, Li Hu did not end his attack but instead threw several more punches.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of bones cracking rang out continuously. In a short while, Zhu Ming's chest caved in completely. His lifeless eyes were fixed on the man in black opposite him, as if trying to memorize the man's appearance.

Unfortunately... the black mask completely covered Li Hu's face, leaving only his eyes visible. No matter how wide Zhu Ming's eyes were, he couldn't see through the black mask to make out Li Hu's appearance.

"Pfft."

Zhang He swung his sword, cutting down the last person in the living room. His armor and blade were now blood-red, but the ferocity in his eyes only intensified.