The Rules Are to Break Your Legs

The Tingfeng Pavilion's main hall was silent as a tomb.

All eyes were fixed on the silver-armored personal guard who was slowly retracting his foot.

He stood there, motionless, exuding a heart-stopping pressure.

The smile on Fang Cheng's face froze completely. He looked at the household servant lying in the corner, foaming at the mouth, his chest caved in. A chill shot up from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.

His household servants were all skilled fighters. They usually swaggered through the Capital City. When had they ever suffered such a loss?

The opponent was only one person, and with a single kick, he had crippled his best subordinate?

"You... you dare lay hands on my people?"

Fang Cheng shouted, his voice laced with a tremor he didn't even notice himself, trying to sound fierce.

Zhu Zhanjun looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"What else? Should I leave them to tear down my building?"

He patted the nonexistent dust from his hands and said slowly, "Young Master Fang, I gave you a chance just now."

"You just... didn't cherish it."

"Charge! All of you, charge! Kill them for me!"

Zhu Zhanjun's contemptuous gaze completely enraged Fang Cheng. He pointed at the two personal guards behind Zhu Zhanjun and roared madly, "If anyone gets killed, I, this young master, will take responsibility! Charge!"

The remaining dozen or so household servants exchanged glances. Although they were intimidated, they dared not disobey their young master's orders.

They let out a roar to bolster their courage, then brandishing their clubs, they charged at the two personal guards from all directions.

"Seeking death."

Zhu Zhanjun shook his head slightly, not even bothering to look.

The two Great Snow Dragon Rider personal guards behind him moved.

Their movements were not fast, even somewhat steady.

Facing the clubs smashing down from all directions, they didn't dodge or weave. They simply raised their arms.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The wooden clubs, capable of shattering a skull, landed on their silver-white armor, emitting a series of dull thuds, and then snapped!

The two personal guards didn't even flinch.

"What?!"

The eyes of all the household servants nearly popped out.

What kind of armor was this? Wooden clubs couldn't even break it?

Before they could recover from their shock, the counterattack from the two personal guards had already arrived.

There were no fancy moves, no complicated techniques.

Just the simplest, most direct fists and feet.

One personal guard threw a punch, hitting a household servant squarely in the face.

"Crack!"

With a sickening sound of bone cracking, the servant's nose collapsed entirely. He flew backward, his face covered in blood.

The other personal guard swept out with a whip kick, accurately striking the knees of three household servants.

"Ah!!"

Three piercing screams rang out simultaneously. The three men's lower legs bent outward at an unnatural ninety-degree angle. Clutching their legs, they rolled and wailed wildly on the ground.

The entire process was extremely fast and extremely brutal.

The two Great Snow Dragon Rider personal guards struck precisely, their movements devoid of any excess.

Every strike inevitably brought down a household servant.

Either a broken arm or a broken leg.

Not a single move was wasted, and no enemy could withstand a single blow from them.

In less than ten breaths.

The dozen or so household servants, who had been so aggressive moments before, were all lying on the ground.

The entire hall was filled with their pained groans and wails, and the air was thick with the smell of blood.

The two personal guards still stood quietly behind Zhu Zhanjun.

Their silver-white armor reflected a cold, menacing light under the lamplight.

The guests in the hall were all stunned.

In their lives, they had never witnessed such fierce and decisive fighting.

These weren't guards; they were executioners!

Fang Cheng was completely dumbfounded.

His legs felt weak, his face ashen, his lips trembling so much he couldn't utter a single word.

The household servants he prided himself on, the capital he lorded over, were no match for the person before him.

Fear, a fear unlike any he had ever known, instantly seized his heart.

He finally realized he had apparently kicked an iron plate today, one he absolutely couldn't afford to mess with.

"Now, can we properly discuss the matter of compensation? Young Master Fang."

Zhu Zhanjun's voice echoed softly in his ear.

"I... I'll pay! I'll pay!"

Fang Cheng nodded frantically.

"Whatever you want, I'll pay it all!"

"Wouldn't it have been better to cooperate from the start?"

Zhu Zhanjun chuckled.

He walked up to Fang Cheng and extended a hand.

"It's not much, five million taels."

"F-five million taels?!"

Fang Cheng's eyes bulged, his voice cracking.

Five million taels of silver!

Even if he sold his Father's, the Minister of War's, mansion, he couldn't scrape together that much money!

This wasn't blackmail anymore, this was a death sentence!

"You... why don't you just rob me!"

Fang Cheng shouted instinctively.

"I am robbing you,"

Zhu Zhanjun stated matter-of-factly.

"It's just that my method is more civilized."

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a chilling coldness.

"Young Master Fang, my patience is limited."

"My people were beaten by you."

"My building was almost torn down by you."