Iron-Blooded Benevolence Protects the Orphan! What is Cruelty and Ruthlessness?

After long periods of training, Fusu's physique had grown sturdier, his skin had darkened significantly, and a sense of masculine vigor was beginning to emerge.

He was inherently kind and upright by nature, and since the military was filled with bold, honest men, Fusu's conduct had earned him the respect of the soldiers.

Having eaten, lived, and trained alongside them for so long, these soldiers were no longer mere words in a book to Fusu; they were living, breathing people with flesh, blood, and deep bonds of loyalty.

When Fusu learned that the surviving family of one of the soldiers had run into trouble, he naturally felt concerned and wanted to go see for himself.

The Blood-Clad Steed galloped at full speed, arriving at the residence of Huang Sheng in Didao County in just over an hour and a half.

Ling Yuan led the Blood Garment Tower assassins who had been following in the shadows to split off, heading straight for the County Court and the farmlands belonging to Huang Sheng.

Zhao Cheng, however, stopped in the courtyard, refusing to take another step. "You lot go in and take a look. Heal the old woman's injuries first."

"Yes, General."

"Yes, Lord Jue."

With Yao Wuyi and Feng Bujiu there, no injury was too severe to handle; there was certainly no danger to her life.

But Zhao Cheng was draped in such intense Sha Qi that he feared the old woman might be frightened upon seeing him, which would only worsen her condition.

Fusu watched this with some confusion. "We galloped nearly a hundred miles to get here, why does the Da Liangzao not go in to visit?"

Zhao Cheng looked down at Fusu. "Have you forgotten how you didn't even dare to lift your head the first time we met?"