Chase and Escape

Chen Feng had only one word for traitors.

Kill.

Whether Xue Hai appeared or not, once it was confirmed the sachet was planted by the maid, her fate from beginning to end was only one.

Death.

Since the maid used everyone's safety to exchange for her own benefit.

Chen Feng would personally extinguish all her hopes.

The maid's eyes widened, filled with fear and resentment, along with vicious curses towards Chen Feng.

In the last moment before death, her eyes reflected Chen Feng's indifferent expression.

The body slowly fell.

Cheng Tingxue's face was pale, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"What are you doing?! Why are you fighting amongst yourselves?"

Xue Hai feigned surprise.

"Stop pretending. You're not even good at it."

Chen Feng interrupted Xue Hai, speaking coldly.

"Where is Zhang Biao Tou? Is he still alive?"

Everyone's expression changed drastically upon hearing this.

They looked at Xue Hai vigilantly.

Xue Hai, with a calm smile on his face, looked at Chen Feng and asked:

"How did you figure it out?"

Chen Feng didn't answer.

But the reasoning was actually simple. The moment he saw Xue Hai, he understood.

Firstly, Iron Butcher's weapon was a cleaver, but Xue Hai had no cuts on him.

Instead, there were only bruises left by blunt weapons.

Zhang Biao Tou's weapon was a Long Staff.

Furthermore, the maid's reaction to Xue Hai proved everything. It was the look of someone clinging to a life-saving straw.

To make a traitor show such a look.

It could only be another traitor.

Cheng Tingxue said disbelievingly:

"Xue Hai, you..."

"My apologies, Madam. This is Second Grandmother's decision. I am merely following orders."

Xue Hai, mounted on his horse, looked down at everyone. He raised his Spear and said loudly:

"Hand over Cheng Tingxue, and the rest of you can leave. Pretend nothing happened. Otherwise..."

"When Iron Butcher arrives, he won't be as lenient as I am."

Hearing this, everyone except Cheng Li was tempted.

In the current situation.

Hope was slim.

Chen Feng turned to look at Cheng Tingxue. He was helpless now.

Cheng Li could at most deal with one Xue Hai.

What about Iron Butcher?

Chen Feng remembered that when he punched Iron Butcher's calf, the recoil even dislocated his shoulder.

Cheng Tingxue stared blankly at Chen Feng, her eyes red. Seeing Chen Feng look at her, she panicked, not knowing where to put her hands.

Her lips were pressed tightly together.

Her eyes were filled with fear and unease. The maid was already dead. She was all alone now.

She was afraid. Afraid that everyone would abandon her. Afraid that she would truly be captured by Iron Butcher.

Imprisoned by Lu Hong for the rest of her life.

Reduced to a plaything.

She stood there alone, like a child abandoned by the whole world.

Helpless, pitiful, and so fragile she could shatter with a touch.

Finally, she turned her head away, not wanting the tears in her eyes to fall.

Nor daring to face Chen Feng directly.

Afraid of seeing... the cruelest rejection.

Chen Feng's heart felt like it was being tightly gripped by a giant hand.

He could barely breathe.

"Why..."

Dead memories surged back like a tide.

When he was six years old, Chen Feng had stood at the village entrance just like this, quietly watching his parents leave.

Even though his heart ached, he didn't dare to say "Don't go."

He thought that if he was good and sensible, his parents would return sooner.

"Why are you looking at me like that..."

Chen Feng turned his head away.

He didn't dare to look at Cheng Tingxue again.

"I'll count to three, three..."

Xue Hai began the countdown.

The first was the Square-faced Martial Artist. He scurried over to Xue Hai's side.

Rubbing his hands and smiling obsequiously, he asked, "Lord Xue, I am willing to offer a small bit of my meager strength. I wonder if you would be willing to accept me."

Xue Hai nodded.

"Yes."

With the Square-faced Martial Artist taking the lead.

Another Xu Family Martial Artist also chose to leave.

His reason was simple. Although he was Cheng Tingxue's subordinate, he actually still took orders from the Xu family.

Now that even Xue Hai had chosen to stand on the opposing side.

This was perhaps the Xu family's decision.

Whether it was the eldest branch or the second branch, it was still the Xu family.

"Two..."

The countdown continued.

Next were Old Li, Zhang Jiu, Wang Huan... The situation had come to this; staying meant waiting for death.

Iron Butcher wouldn't kill Cheng Tingxue.

But they had heard a little about the methods of the Canal Gang branch hall master.

"Chen Feng... Let's go."

Wang Huan said.

The Square-faced Martial Artist immediately said anxiously, "You can't let them go!"

At the same time, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He clearly remembered the punches Chen Feng had landed on him.

He had to crush Chen Feng under his feet.

Crush all his dignity.

"One..."

As Xue Hai counted to one.

The sound of horse hooves came from outside; it was likely Iron Butcher pursuing them.

Wang Huan and the others' faces changed drastically.

They quickly mounted their horses and left, afraid that if they delayed any longer, they wouldn't be able to escape.

Cheng Li shouted:

"Chen Feng! If you are still willing to help me! Take Tingxue and go first!"

After saying that.

He swung his fist and smashed it towards Xue Hai.

"Hmph... Still resisting."

Xue Hai raised his Spear to block Cheng Li's attack, but he was still knocked off his horse by the immense power of the punch.

"Cheng Li! Do you really think I don't dare to kill you!"

Cheng Li remained silent.

He just attacked relentlessly.

Chen Feng gritted his teeth.

He turned and ran... towards Cheng Tingxue!

With a startled cry, he scooped Cheng Tingxue up by the waist and quickly adjusted her to be carried on his back.

He plunged into the forest.

"Quick! Stop him!"

Xue Hai hurriedly ordered the Square-faced Martial Artist beside him.

The Square-faced Martial Artist also wanted revenge on Chen Feng. Without a word, he mounted his horse and charged towards Chen Feng.

"Die for me! Hahaha!"

The Square-faced Martial Artist's ferocious laughter echoed through the forest.

Chen Feng suddenly turned back.

The Square-faced Martial Artist froze. He saw Chen Feng's calm gaze, as if... looking at a dead man.

Anger immediately ignited in his heart.

"Where do you get your confidence! What gives you the right!"

The next moment.

The Square-faced Martial Artist knew why--

Even with Cheng Tingxue on his back, Chen Feng's movements were still smooth. He turned, raised his hand, and aimed.

Wang Huan's Saber.

It was thrown towards the Square-faced Martial Artist's head!

"Thwack."

It pierced through.

The Square-faced Martial Artist, dead.

His body thudded to the ground. The horse, out of control, bolted in another direction in fright.

After Chen Feng dealt with the Square-faced Martial Artist.

He sprinted with Cheng Tingxue on his back.

The figures of the two gradually disappeared into the forest.

Not long after the two left, a strongman carrying a cleaver appeared on horseback.

"Xue Hai, where are they!"

Iron Butcher spat and asked.

Xue Hai's face was ugly.

Cheng Li, however, laughed towards the sky, his Qi Blood miraculously surging. He swung his fist and smashed towards the opponent.

"You're still fighting!"

The wind whistled past his ears, trees and bushes rapidly receded, and the cold night air desperately poured into Chen Feng's mouth and nose.

"I'm at a huge loss, when we get back, your Cheng Family must compensate me!!!"

Chen Feng let out a curse after a long time.

Now, he and Cheng Tingxue were truly grasshoppers on the same rope.

Cheng Tingxue, lying on Chen Feng's back, suppressed the tears that were about to well up.

She desperately controlled her emotions.

She didn't want Chen Feng to hear even a whimper.

She couldn't believe Chen Feng would choose to save her.

When Chen Feng turned his head, Cheng Tingxue truly thought she was about to be completely abandoned.

"I want Martial Arts! Not only do you have to give me money, but I also want your Cheng Family's Martial Arts!"

Chen Feng never regretted his decisions; he only expanded his interests based on them.

Cheng Tingxue felt a sting in her nose, tears welling up in her eyes. She rested her forehead on Chen Feng's shoulder, almost crying out loud.

"Th, thank you..."