The Clock Tower Outside the City-Who Built It?

"Heh, hehehe, you don't recognize me?" Zhao Tiezhu laughed manically. "You little bitch, I didn't expect you to have some backbone. I underestimated you."

Zhao Tiezhu grabbed the woman by the hair and slowly lifted her up.

The tearing pain from her scalp twisted the woman's face.

But her arms hung limply at her sides. She did not resist at all, as if she had already accepted her fate.

Zhao Tiezhu bared his teeth in a low laugh. "Bitch, aren't you afraid of dying?"

Whoosh.

A chopstick flew over and cleanly pierced Zhao Tiezhu's shoulder.

Zhao Tiezhu sucked in a sharp breath. The excruciating pain in his shoulder made him loosen his grip instinctively.

The battered woman nearly fell to the ground, but a gentle breeze swept in, supporting her and carrying her behind Tang Chengyun.

"Whether she fears death or not, this old man doesn't know." Tang Chengyun toyed with his sole remaining chopstick and sneered. "But this old man knows that you're about to die."

Zhao Tiezhu's face darkened. One hand clutched his wounded shoulder as he asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Do you know this is Zhao territory?"

"So what?"

Tang Chengyun gently sent a strand of magic power into the woman's body, too lazy even to spare Zhao Tiezhu a glance.

"Fine, fine, fine. You actually dare to disrespect the Zhao family like this." Zhao Tiezhu burst into manic laughter. "Old man, whoever you are, tonight you'll pay for what you've done!"

Tang Chengyun gave a contemptuous snort, shook his head, and looked at Nan Feng. "Should I kill him?"

"Wait a moment."

Nan Feng waved a hand, casually tossed aside the banana peel he was holding, and walked toward Zhao Tiezhu.

The guards beside Zhao Tiezhu immediately treated him like a deadly