"What are you running for?"
Shen Tang looked down at the Zhang family patriarch.
Seeing the fury on his face, she gave a chuckle.
"What good is getting angry? Your glare can't kill anyone. Careful those eyes pop right out of their sockets with a bang!" Shen Tang pinched the Zhang family patriarch's chin through a handkerchief, smiling as she forcefully wrenched it out of place.
But the Zhang family patriarch seemed to have anticipated her move and struggled, leaving his jaw badly dislocated. He clutched his cheek and rolled on the ground in pain.
Shen Tang said regretfully, "I was a little too rough."
Gongshu Wu snorted. "He's going to die either way."
Whether she had been gentle or rough made no difference.
He added, "My lord needn't feel guilty over this man. It's better that he can't speak at all. The King of Hell will have to listen to fewer vile curses, and enjoy a little more peace and quiet."
Shen Tang hadn't expected Gongshu Wu to be so blunt, too.
She laughed. "Why would I feel guilty?"
She was only regretting the loss of her handkerchief. She'd been too rough, and the Zhang family patriarch had struggled, so it had gotten covered in spit.
Shen Tang kicked each of them in the legs, breaking them.
She followed up with two Word Spirits that silenced and robbed them of their voices—a double safeguard.
"Half-Step, have two men keep an eye on these people. We're going to clean up the rest." This operation had gone far more smoothly than Shen Tang had expected, partly because she had overestimated the Heyin Zhang family's strength.
Shen Tang had subconsciously assumed that local powerhouses like them would have troops of their own and formidable strength. She had overlooked the fact that the