The fat man was dead!
But he had not been strung up by Li Su and the Black Riders, then whipped to death. His own clansmen had simply smashed his head apart.
Yes, the fat man's clansmen had appeared.
He was a gray-haired old man who looked to be in his fifties. He apologized to Li Su with the utmost sincerity—not only did he apologize, he also brought his apology with him.
The contents of that apology included an astonishing sum in monetary compensation, along with the heads of the fat man's wife, concubine, and five children.
Yes, by the time the gray-haired old man arrived, he had already killed the fat man's entire family and sent them over, neatly packaged.
The fat man's clansmen had likely received word from the Black Riders Li Su had beaten. From beginning to end, it had probably taken less than ten minutes.
In such a short time, they had not only slaughtered an entire family, but also prepared a great deal of property, including residences, and sent it all over together.
With the matter handled like this, even someone determined to pick faults would find nowhere to start.
Watching the other party leave, even Li Su could not help drawing a quiet breath.
The family's response had undoubtedly taken him by surprise.
The reason he had given the fat man the time it took to burn an incense stick was to see how the family behind him would react and what they would do. He had expected some bargaining and maneuvering.
Yet he had not expected them to be so decisive. More importantly, he had not sensed the slightest hint of a dagger hidden behind a smile in their actions.
That was right!
They had shown abundant sincerity. From start to finish, the