Zhen Guanxi opened his mouth to beg for mercy and a way to stay alive. Unexpectedly, Lin Daiyu was swift of hand and eye. With one slap, she knocked his mouth crooked, smashing his nose askew and sending his yellow teeth flying. Lin Daiyu roared angrily, "You're nothing but a ruined wastrel. It's too late to beg for mercy now."
"You want to beg for mercy? This old lady refuses to spare you!"
Having said that, the delicate young lady threw punch after punch into flesh, beating Zhen Guanxi until his eyes blackened, his brain sloshed, and heaven and earth spun in darkness. Human shapes swayed before him, and Zhen Guanxi thought his ancestors had all come to collect him. Which of the onlookers dared to intervene? They all stopped in their tracks.
Lin Daiyu's fury had yet to ebb. She hammered one fist after another into Zhen Guanxi until Zheng the Great Official kicked out both legs, stuck out his tongue, and no longer breathed a trace of warmth through his nose or mouth. He lay rigid on the ground. Seeing this, everyone knew a life had been lost, but none dared make a commotion for fear of offending the Female Rakshasa and becoming the next Zheng the Butcher. They scattered like birds and beasts. Lin Daiyu released her grip, finished the remaining half-bowl of wine, and drifted away.
The spectators were astonished. They had no idea what grudge this woman who had beaten a man to death with her bare hands held against the Zhen the Butcher. The matter had to be traced back three days.
As it turned out, Lin Woman Sovereign was an outsider who had arrived three days earlier. Her ancestral home lay in Tàixū County, Guànchóu Prefecture, Lihèn Prefecture...
Gu Chi was rambling away