Two Detectives

Li Changfeng's frenzied slaughter left the surrounding villagers trembling in fear, and they began to harbor a faint dread of him.

When one person was too powerful, it was also a burden to the weak. They could not help worrying that such a powerful person might decide their life or death at any time.

The villagers' expressions were complicated. Although Li Changfeng had saved them, this trouble had also been brought upon them by him, so they could not feel grateful toward him.

After killing the last man, Li Changfeng slowly sat down to one side in silence. He truly had no face to face them.

While everyone was still stunned, Zheng Biesan quietly tried to flee toward the rear. The dead man's wife spotted him at once and shrieked, "Zheng Biesan! Where do you think you're going?!"

The commotion immediately drew everyone's attention. They all glared furiously at the traitor, raising their hoes as they prepared to kill Zheng Biesan.

Zheng Biesan was so frightened that he scrambled away on all fours. "Don't... don't kill me! I only wanted to stay alive!"

But the dead man's wife gave him no chance to explain. She viciously swung her hoe into his knee. With a crack, Zheng Biesan's knee was smashed to pieces. The intense pain made him drop to his knees on the spot, clutching his leg and screaming wildly.

Several widows whose husbands had died seized the chance to strike. Their hoes battered his body relentlessly, making him howl in gut-wrenching agony.

A moment later.

Zheng Biesan stopped screaming. He lay motionless on the ground as blood slowly flowed out, beaten to death where he fell.

The widows finally vented their fury, and the hatred in their hearts found release.

The village chief sighed helplessly. "Now that you've let