Everyone looked at one another, their faces filled with disbelief. They stared wide-eyed at the mysterious man, their hearts brimming with shock and fear.
The surrounding onlookers had never imagined that this mysterious man, who had appeared from who knew where, would be so formidable. Not only did he not fear death, he did not fear power either. With a single light slap, he had killed Young Master in Purple's subordinate.
One had to know that Young Master in Purple was no ordinary person. His family was the most famous wealthy household in the area, with power that reached the heavens. They could summon wind and rain, capable of anything; even the local officials had to yield to him and show him some respect.
Yet this mysterious man—Chen Xiaofan—had shown no fear at all. Without another word, he had given Young Master in Purple a vicious display of dominance before everyone's eyes. It was truly admirable, making people unable to resist applauding and cheering.
Although these onlookers did not know the mysterious man's name, they deeply admired and were won over by his courage.
Just then, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Good!"
That cry was like a fuse being lit. The other spectators immediately clapped and cheered as well, shouting in unison, "Good! Good! Good!"
The cheers rose and fell without end. They were so stirred not merely because Chen Xiaofan was brave and fearless, but more importantly because of the chivalrous spirit he displayed—upholding justice, eliminating evil, and protecting the innocent. It allowed them to feel the power of justice, unlike themselves, who only dared to be angry but not speak out.
After killing the black-clothed male servant, Chen Xiaofan had originally intended to leave.
But Young Master in Purple had always cared deeply about his pride. Chen