"Ha ha, not bad. My injuries had mostly healed. Thank you for your concern, Aunt Zhou!"
Meng Zhao had wanted to invite Widow Zhou to sit, but after looking around the room, there really was nowhere decent to settle down. He could only stand there and speak with her.
Widow Zhou nodded. There was a trace of surprise between her brows, as though she felt that Li Zheng was somewhat different from before, yet she could not say exactly where the difference lay.
She could only continue,
"Then do you know that when Wen San held up travelers in the village last time, he killed someone? In fact, he killed two people in a row?"
They were all common folk, villagers who had never seen much of the world. Li Zheng in particular was an orphan with no backing, no background, and no family, someone Wen San often bullied. He ought to have been terrified!
Yet Meng Zhao merely nodded and said,
"I already heard about it from A Que. Wen San's guts are getting bigger and bigger, and so are the games he plays. That isn't a good thing for Little Cold Village. He's already getting a little out of control!"
Using the phrase "out of control" was actually quite precise.
How should it be put? Wen San had been controllable in the past. He was like a child everyone had watched grow up. Though a little mischievous and unreliable, he could still be kept in check and would not pose too great a threat.
Even if he did things that seemed out of line, they might not truly be out of line.
For instance, when it came to women, did he dare force other women in the village to sleep with him?
Absolutely not. On the contrary, every