Beastly World!

Chapter 2: A Brutal World!

Outside the pigsty.

Sister-in-law Wang Cuilian frowned. Hearing rustling sounds from inside the pigsty, she showed impatience and couldn't help but call out, "Are you done yet? Someone who's about to die is still wasting so much time? What are you even doing?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly widened as she looked towards the pigsty.

A figure, dressed in tattered clothes and reeking strongly of pig manure, actually walked directly out of the pigsty.

Upon seeing the person, she couldn't believe her eyes.

"You... you... Lu Chen..."

"Yeah, who else would it be?" Lu Chen forced a wide smile onto his face.

"Your injuries are healed? Where's your brother? Good for you, Lu Chen, you actually dared to fake your injuries. You're getting bolder and bolder. I'll show you for faking injuries!"

Wang Cuilian had a fiery temper and didn't stop to think. She grabbed a wooden stick and swung it fiercely at Lu Chen.

It was obvious she was used to hitting him.

She still thought Lu Chen could be easily bullied.

Crack!

Before the wooden stick could fall, Lu Chen had already slapped Wang Cuilian's face, fast and hard. She let out a scream, her teeth flying out, and she fell like a sack of rags, crashing heavily in the distance, her mouth full of blood, completely stunned.

[You have punished a wicked shrew and maintained village harmony. Merit +2]

Another line of text appeared. "Wang Cuilian, didn't you want to kill me? Didn't you often beat me and curse at me?"

Lu Chen's expression was cold. He looked at Wang Cuilian, who he had sent flying with a single slap, and felt a sense of satisfaction. He walked over directly.

Wang Cuilian looked terrified, utterly disbelieving.

Was she seeing a ghost today?

She quickly scrambled to her feet and fled outside.

"Someone, help! Lu Chen..."

Thwack!

As soon as she started to speak, Lu Chen grabbed her hair, yanked her up forcefully, and then slammed her into his stomach.

Bang!

This heavy slam made Wang Cuilian spew a cloud of blood, her face contorted in pain.

"No, Lu Chen, don't hit me anymore..."

Wang Cuilian cried out in terror, "Please, stop hitting me, I'll die if you keep going."

She was completely terrified, having no idea what had happened to Lu Chen.

Lu Chen frowned.

No merit this time?

Did he only get it the first time he hit her?

He wouldn't get any more if he hit her again?

Slap, slap, slap, slap...

He let go of Wang Cuilian and, using both hands, slapped her face repeatedly. He hit her so hard her skin burst open, blood gushed out, and her cheeks swelled up, making her look unrecognizable.

But he didn't receive any more notifications.

"Looks like it's really gone?"

Lu Chen pondered.

Finally, he stopped wasting time and threw a punch fiercely at Wang Cuilian's forehead. Bang!

Wang Cuilian's body flew backward, crashing heavily in the distance, dead.

"So satisfying. My great revenge is served. I feel so much better, truly satisfying."

Lu Chen let out a long breath.

It wasn't just Lu Dahu and his wife; he still had to settle the score with the owner of the porcelain shop.

Withholding his wages?

Beating him?

None of them would get away with it!

He turned and walked to the well, drew a few buckets of water, and began to wash himself from head to toe, rinsing off all the pig manure smell. He then went inside, dried his hair, found a clean set of clothes, and put them on.

After doing all this, he started rummaging through the cabinets and drawers in Lu Dahu's house.

Unfortunately, he only found a few dozen copper coins.

"Broke. No wonder Wang Cuilian wanted to extort the shop."

Lu Chen cursed inwardly.

When one is pushed to the extreme of poverty, they can indeed do anything.

Just as he was preparing to leave this place and go for revenge, he suddenly saw a figure crawling on the ground outside the door, wearing tattered clothes, struggling to crawl towards him from afar.

His entire body was covered in blood, his hair disheveled, surrounded by countless flies, looking utterly miserable.

He was even more pathetic than a beggar.

Lu Chen was stunned at first, then his expression changed drastically as he recognized the face.

It was him!

Zhao Shan! The original owner's only friend since childhood!

"Shanzi, how did you become like this?" Lu Chen rushed over, his heart trembling.

He remembered that a month ago, Zhao Shan had gone into the city to do odd jobs and had even visited him at the porcelain shop.

But Zhao Shan hadn't been like this then.

Back then, Zhao Shan's legs and hands were both intact.

But now, his legs were broken, one of his eyes had been gouged out, his face was covered in burn scars, and his hair was disheveled. He looked even more like a beggar than a beggar. What had happened in the meantime?

"Brother Lu, are you alright?"

Zhao Shan was extremely excited. He had crawled all the way from the city, his body covered in blood. "I heard that you caused a huge mess at the porcelain shop and the shopkeeper beat you until you were almost dead. I was worried about you and rushed over to see you one last time. If you die, I... I don't want to live either!"

Zhao Shan was an orphan in the village and had been bullied his whole life.

From childhood to adulthood, only Lu Chen didn't bully him. They relied on each other and encouraged each other through everything.

"Shanzi, what happened to your legs? And your eye, what exactly happened this past month?"

Lu Chen asked, shocked and angry.

Who was so cruel as to break Zhao Shan's legs and gouge out his eye?

"I... I'm fine."

Zhao Shan lowered his head and choked back a sob. "As long as you're alright."

"Shanzi, tell me, what exactly happened?"

Lu Chen squatted down and took Zhao Shan's hand.

Zhao Shan's palms were covered in blood, and his fingernails were packed with dirt.

He had clearly suffered countless hardships over the past month.

He only knew that the other party had come to find him once before, but then he seemed to have disappeared, and they couldn't contact him anymore. "I... I was kidnapped by a group of beggars. They broke my legs and gouged out one of my eyes so I could help them beg for food. They said it would garner more sympathy and allow me to get more money. Brother Lu, you can't beat them. As long as you're alright, none of this matters?"

Zhao Shan's eyes welled up with tears.

The past month had been a dark time for him.

He was supposed to be doing odd jobs in the city, but he accidentally broke a beggar's bowl, and then he was attacked by a group of beggars. The leader of the beggars saw that he was small and pitiful, so he broke his legs and had someone gouge out his eye, forcing him to beg in the city all day.

He had tried to sneak away several times, but the beggar leader found out, caught him, and beat him again.

He had suffered countless torments in a month.

His cheeks had been burned with hot coals several times.

Today, he had heard that Lu Chen was in trouble, so he mustered up his courage and crawled out to see Lu Chen one last time.

"What?"

Lu Chen was both shocked and furious.

Scum!

What kind of scum was this!

"Let's go, I'll take you for revenge!"

Lu Chen gritted his teeth.

Beggars!

The porcelain shop!

None of them would get away with it!

"Brother Lu, no, they have too many people..."

Zhao Shan quickly said.

"Too many people? Is having too many people a good thing? Let's go!"

Lu Chen picked Zhao Shan up from the ground, put him on his back, and ran towards the village exit. Zhao Shan was shocked by Lu Chen's strength.

When did Brother Lu become so strong?

Moreover, he always felt that Brother Lu was different from before.

The first time he saw Lu Chen just now, he had inexplicably felt a sense of fear, as if he had seen a human-shaped fierce tiger, possessing a terrifying aura.