What Is a Life Worth?

The one who spoke was none other than Feng Jun.

He looked over Feifei's injuries. Though he did not know much about such things, he could tell that she was badly hurt.

Rising from the ground, he glared furiously at the group. "She's just a little girl, and you beat her into this state. What vicious hearts you have!"

Upon hearing that the girl had been hired by the stone buyers, Second Lord Zhao was dumbfounded. More importantly, the undisguised killing intent in Feng Jun's words frightened him.

He very much wanted to argue that even if she was someone Feng Jun had hired, she was still an orphan with no backing. They had merely punished her a little—was there any need for such murderous rage?

Being an orphan was a sin in itself. Even in Zhao Family Fort, orphans who had lost their parents ranked below the other members of the Zhao Family. That was only because they were still Zhao Family members. A child without a mother was like grass—there was nothing false about that saying.

But no matter how wronged Second Lord Zhao felt, he did not dare say another word.

When a Mid-Rank Martial Master said he wanted to kill someone, ordinary people would do well not to ignore the threat.

As he hesitated, Second Deng finally caught up with the fleeing Martial Warrior. He slashed out with his sword. Though the man dodged quickly, half his hair was sheared off, along with a bloody patch of scalp the size of a palm.

That strike had been meant to kill! The Martial Warrior was scared out of his wits. Somehow, a burst of strength surged through him, and he shot forward at top speed, shouting, "I was wrong! I know I was wrong! I'm willing to