Chapter 798

"What a clear conscience."

Zhang Zifeng was so furious he spat blood. The old soldier beside him cried out, "Old Marshal, I've come to avenge you!"

He immediately stepped forward and, with the first slash, finished off Mo Qingzheng's servant.

A flash of steel—then the servant's head flew high into the air, blood gushing like a fountain. The innkeeper and his wife clung to each other, screaming in terror.

"Today, the Young Marshal and I seek only Mo Qingzheng. Do not bring disaster upon yourselves!"

The old soldier gripped his blade, glaring like a tiger, though his gaze was focused more on Aaron and Song Gongbao's group.

Aaron leisurely sipped his tea again and continued watching the show.

Song Gongbao's expression shifted. Rising to his feet, he bowed. "Marshal Zhang's great name has long thundered in my ears. I did not know the Young Marshal was before me earlier, and I was most discourteous. Please forgive me, forgive me..."

"Brother, what are you..."

The dark-faced burly man beside him asked in a low voice.

"The Zhang Family's Young Marshal comes from a household full of loyal martyrs, and his father enjoyed an excellent reputation... I wish to invite him up the mountain. Even if I gave him the top seat, so what?"

Song Gongbao replied quietly.

"Brother, your loyalty reaches the clouds, and the Young Marshal truly is a good man—but if he wants to be chief, I'll be the first not to accept it!"

The dark-faced man shook his head repeatedly.

While these outlaws of Little Yellow Mountain Stronghold were quietly discussing matters among themselves, the old soldier returned to Mo Qingzheng, drove his blade into the man's chest, and dug out his entire heart.

Mo Qingzheng died on the spot.

"Pah! Never thought that this official's heart wouldn't