"The memory of falling from such a height is only truly unforgettable when one is at their highest point, most confident, and most triumphant!"
Zhao Fu stared coldly at the little beggar, his hand gripping the beggar's throat as he slowly tightened his grip.
The little beggar felt as if his neck was about to be snapped. His face turned red, and he couldn't breathe. He tried with both hands to pry open the hand that was choking him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free even a little. The little beggar was almost suffocating, and his legs were kicking wildly.
"Let go of my brother!" Two figures appeared beside him and shouted loudly at Zhao Fu.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Fu turned his head and saw two people, a boy and a girl, who were about fourteen or fifteen years old. They were pretty and somewhat similar in appearance, so they were probably twins. Both of them were holding a dagger and staring intently at Zhao Fu.
Seeing their innocent faces, Zhao Fu chuckled softly and casually tossed the little beggar aside. The little beggar's body flew out like a sandbag, crashing into a wall with a dull thud. The little beggar fell to the ground and immediately fainted!
Seeing this, the twins angrily gripped their daggers and charged forward. They were so fast that an ordinary person would only see two dark shadows approaching.
moment!
The boy rushed in front of Zhao Fu and swung his dagger at him. Although the boy was very fast, he was nothing in front of Zhao Fu Zhao Fu. In fact, Zhao Fu did not even use a weapon. He used the power of a king, forming a sword finger with his hand and gathering black light, like the edge of a sword.
With a flick of his wrist, he created a faint arc of light.
"Clang!"
The dagger clashed with Zhao Fu's sword finger, and the boy was stunned as the dagger in his hand was sliced in two. The next second, he was also sent flying by Zhao Fu, falling to the ground and unable to get up.
suddenly!
Seeing her brother's defeat, the girl detoured to the side with extraordinary speed. In an instant, she thrust her dagger at Zhao Fu. Zhao Fu instinctively raised his sword, but then he thought that the other party was a girl. Zhao Fu didn't actually intend to kill them, but only to teach them a profound lesson.
Therefore, Zhao Fu pointed his sword slightly to the side, but the girl thought Zhao Fu was about to launch another attack, so she also dodged.
"Ah!"
A scream rang out as sharp fingers tore open the girl's clothes. Zhao Fu was also somewhat surprised, looking at the large expanse of fair and delicate skin exposed on the girl's chest, as well as her pair of delicate, developing breasts.
The girl hurriedly covered her private parts and retreated a long distance, her eyes red and looking like she was about to cry as she stared at Zhao Fu.
Zhao Fu was also a little embarrassed. He thought that teaching them a lesson was enough. It was good that they fell into his hands this time. If they fell into someone else's hands next time, he might lose his life. He bent down and picked up the jade pendant that had been stolen by the little beggar.
Zhao Fu usually keeps his things in his storage ring, but he carries this jade pendant with him because it was given to him by He Xianru Zhao Fu to conceal his luck, and he can't afford to lose it.
Just as he was about to pick up the jade pendant and leave, suddenly! A fist, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, came flying towards him. Without thinking, Zhao Fu clenched his fist and met the punch head-on.
"Boom!"
The two fists collided, and a sonic boom rang out. Zhao Fu was also taken a step back in surprise, while the other figure took seven or eight steps back before stopping.
At the same time, Zhao Fu also saw clearly that the girl in front of him was about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had delicate features and a good appearance. She was wearing tattered clothes, but her face was sickly pale.
"This girl is incredibly strong!"
Zhao Fu's punch earlier only used half a percent of his strength, less than ten percent, because he had already sensed that the attacker's cultivation was not strong. However, he did not expect her to have such power, which forced Zhao Fu to take a step back.
"Sir! I don't know how my three younger siblings offended you. Please take it out on me and let them go."
The sickly girl wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked at Zhao Fu with a solemn expression. Judging from their exchange just now, she felt that the person in the black cloak had unfathomable strength and that she was no match for him. Her full-force attack, coupled with the fact that she had attacked first, had only managed to make him take a step back, while she had already suffered minor injuries.
"I really don't know how my three younger siblings could have offended such a powerful person when I was sick!"
Zhao Fu also became somewhat interested in this sickly girl. He sensed that the power she possessed seemed to come from some kind of bloodline or physique. In the Apocalypse World, very little information about bloodlines and physiques circulated outside, and Zhao Fu didn't have much information about them either.
Upon hearing the sickly girl's words, Zhao Fu thought to himself that this was the first time he had encountered such a special Zhao Fu. He understood her special nature; her cultivation was only at the third level, yet she possessed such great power. She was indeed a talent, and he could take her back and nurture her.
With Zhao Fu's current strength, he could easily use her three younger siblings to force this sickly girl to submit to him, but such a method is too low-level and would not make her truly submit to the Great Qin.
Zhao Fu didn't hide anything, smiled slightly, and said directly, "I'm very interested in you!"
Upon hearing this, the sickly girl paused, then asked, "You mean if I submit to you, you'll spare my three younger siblings?"
"You could say that, but I won't use their lives to threaten you. I didn't originally intend to kill them. You can think carefully about submitting to me!" Zhao Fu explained.
The sickly girl pondered for a moment, then asked, "You really won't hurt them?"
Zhao Fu nodded seriously.
"Alright! I can agree to that, but you must give my brother and the others some money, and prepare a safe place for them so they won't be harmed."
The sickly girl quickly agreed because this mysterious man in the black cloak was incredibly powerful. The lives of her four siblings were entirely in his hands. Furthermore, the sickly girl felt that this mysterious man in the black cloak had indeed held back before, otherwise her three younger siblings would have died long ago. She didn't think he was a particularly evil person. After much consideration, the sickly girl agreed so quickly.
"Sister Qing! Let's not separate! I don't want that money!" The delicate fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, having retied her clothes and covered her private parts, rushed over to Sister Qing and the mysterious man in the black cloak, unwilling to leave, after hearing their conversation.
The boy who had been knocked away earlier clutched his chest and struggled to his feet, saying, "Sister Qing! You said the four of us would never be separated, we don't want to leave you!"
Hearing their words, the sickly girl felt a warmth in her heart and was deeply moved.
At this moment, Zhao Fu also spoke up, saying that he could take the three of them in. Although they were young, their skills far surpassed those of ordinary people, and they had great potential for development.
P. S.: Sigh! I'm going to be completely unpublished next week... another no recommendations, and I didn't even get on the Sanjiang list. I'm almost at 300,000 words now, while others get published after 200,000 words, but I don't even know when that will be. The pressure of this is immense. I don't ask for much... why can't you give me any hope?