Volume One, Chapter One Hundred and Thirty
Only later did Zhao Fu learn that her name was Bing Zhumei.
Zhao Fu left her behind and departed. He still had the next person to deal with.
Bing Zhumei lay on the bed, tears streaming down her face.
Zhao Fu found another target—a minister. There was only one person in his home; everyone else had gone out for leisure. Zhao Fu merely brought him under control.
After another two days, only one name remained on the list.
Zhao Fu came alone to that person's residence and discovered that a man had also secretly infiltrated the place, even entering the room of a beautiful married woman.
The man was rather handsome, though he gave off the air of a libertine. The beautiful woman, meanwhile, looked exceptionally virtuous.
The moment the man entered the room, he impatiently wrapped his arms around the beautiful woman.
Zhao Fu shoved the door open and declared with righteous indignation, "You actually dared to do such a thing! I'll call someone at once to arrest you shameless adulterers!"
Though they did not know Zhao Fu's identity, what they had been doing could not bear the light of day. Hearing that Zhao Fu was about to summon people, they had no time to think.
The man's face went pale with fright. He hurriedly leaped out the window, trying to flee.
Zhao Fu snorted coldly and waved his hand. A streak of light pierced through the man's body, and he fell dead to the ground.
The beautiful woman collapsed to the floor, weeping.
Zhao Fu snorted. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
The beautiful woman said, "I have failed in my duties as a wife, but please don't let this get out."
Zhao Fu shamelessly said, "You did something