Malice from Ants

"Father, he actually succeeded—he killed the fox demon! We..."

"A person must clearly understand their own capabilities and restrain their greed. Otherwise, it is all too easy to fall into an abyss of eternal damnation."

"He may look injured, but he can still move freely while wearing armor. How do you think you could kill him with your abilities?"

"On the battlefield, even a strong man who has never practiced martial arts can chase down and slaughter a crowd once he puts on armor. Put away those unrealistic thoughts."

Zhang Qing looked at his son and spoke with frustration at his failure to live up to expectations. He was always harboring such impractical greed, yet had no clear understanding of himself.

"Father, you misunderstood. I'm not coveting anything of that fox demon's. I just think that he was, after all, the culprit who killed Zhao Di and your great-grandson. If we don't kill him now, we may never get another chance."

Hearing his eldest son's words, Zhang Qing shook his head.

"No. We can't kill him. Don't be fooled by how badly wounded he looks. Even if more than ten of us went at him, we still wouldn't stand a chance. But privately possessing armor is a grave crime. You should go into the city as well and find Constable Lu Da directly. He is Zhang Shu's brother-in-law."

"He serves in the yamen, and I hear he has practiced martial arts too. He certainly won't refuse merit delivered straight to his doorstep."

After Zhang Qing finished speaking, his son headed toward the city as well.

Lu Shan drove the donkey cart all the way there. Only when he neared the city did he adjust his posture. The armor on his body slowly receded, turning back into Chubby Girl, who squatted