Killing to Vent His Rage
Hunshan Hall was a force supported by the Xiang family. It specialized in purchasing mountain delicacies and wild game from hunters, and sometimes organized hunting parties to enter the mountains themselves.
Based on the information he had recently gathered and his past impressions, Lin Le was certain that this organization was no good either.
They monopolized the right to set game prices, buying at twenty percent below the prices in neighboring counties, while forcing hunters to sell exclusively to them.
If they discovered hunters selling goods at the market themselves or directly to merchants, the lighter punishment was a beating; the heavier one was vanishing into the wilderness.
Recently, they had gone even further. Since imperial aura had yet to gather, some demons and members of the Demon Race from the deep mountains had begun roaming the outskirts, and hunters no longer dared venture into the mountains.
Yet for profit, Hunshan Hall forcibly drove the hunters to form groups and head into the mountains. Put nicely, it was called an autumn hunt; put bluntly, it was trading lives for money—only, those lives were not their own.
The silver moon hung high. Within a large courtyard with three entrances and three exits, Gao Shanyu, the head of Hunshan Hall, was on the bed tormenting a woman. She had some beauty, but at that moment, her face was flushed from the assault.
Beside the bed, two men held down another man bound with ropes. His mouth hung wide open as he sobbed frantically, because the woman on the bed was his newlywed wife.
Gao Shanyu clamped both hands around the woman's throat. Her face gradually turned bluish-purple. With a low growl, there came a crack—he had actually snapped her neck.
Having vented himself, Gao Shanyu sat on