Malice Rises from the Heart! (Seeking Follow-up Reads!)

Bang!

Qin Zheng reached out and forcefully pushed the grand door open.

What met his eyes was a scene of utter chaos: scattered food, broken bowls on the ground, and some dried bloodstains.

Upon seeing this, Qin Zheng's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he dashed into the courtyard.

With his senses fully extended, he found no one in the courtyard and then scanned the area.

He bent down and picked up the scattered food from the ground.

This food had likely been prepared two days ago.

This meant that the incident here occurred the day after the bandits attacked the city and he had left!

But everyone in Black Goose City knew that Qi Yan and the others were under his protection!

After his reputation spread, no one dared to harass them.

He had only been away from the city for a few days, and someone had already set their sights on them!

Did they really think he would die during the bandit suppression operation?!

Qin Zheng's eyes darkened, and a surging anger rose within him.

After confirming there were no other clues in the small courtyard, he immediately turned and headed west of the city.

Being alone, it would be quite difficult to find these few people in the vast Black Goose City.

However, he could start by investigating potential suspects to get a lead!

And the only potential enemy Qin Zheng had made so far in Black Goose City was the Canoe Gang!

Therefore, Qin Zheng was heading there now to get some answers from the Canoe Gang!

Although the Canoe Gang's First Boss, Zhang Wei, had been very enthusiastic during their subsequent meetings and hadn't mentioned that day's events at all.

But who knew if the man wasn't two-faced? Seeing him pursue Zhang Xiuwen and leave, and then not return for a long time, he likely thought Qin Zheng had perished at the bandits' hands.

So, he decided to capture Qi Yan and the others whom Qin Zheng had protected, to vent his anger!

The more Qin Zheng thought about it, the heavier his heart became.

Two days had already passed.

He feared...

Qi Yan and those few beggars could no longer endure the torment and were no longer alive!

At this thought, Qin Zheng's anger surged even more fiercely.

Although, at first, he had only agreed to the old monk's request to look after them.

However, they had lived together for a period, and Qin Zheng was not a cold-blooded creature; emotional bonds had already formed between them.

Now, thinking of those young, sensible figures potentially being brutally executed after a period of torture.

Qin Zheng felt an indescribable pain.

And that figure who always stayed by the stove, hastily preparing meat for him, and who would always remind him to be careful when he left...

Qin Zheng's eyes gradually turned as cold as ice, and a powerful, unapproachable aura emanated from him.

His appearance immediately drew sideways glances from the people on the street, who also hastily avoided him, lest they encounter him.

"Amitabha!"

"Benefactor, your malevolent aura is too strong, truly not good, truly not good!"

Just then, from the side of the street, a man dressed in white monk robes stepped forward, blocking Qin Zheng's path.

This humble monk only needs one hundred taels of silver. If Benefactor chants Buddhist scriptures with this monk, your inner malevolence will surely be dispelled, and your killing intent will return to peace.

He clasped his hands together and looked at Qin Zheng with a smile.

Qin Zheng looked at the monk opposite him, bypassed him, and continued walking west of the city.

However, at this moment, the monk directly reached out and grabbed Qin Zheng's shoulder.

At this moment, a hint of coldness appeared in his smile, and he emphasized again, "Benefactor, this humble monk only needs one hundred taels of silver!"

"Scram!!"

A savage look flashed in Qin Zheng's eyes. He shook his shoulder, instantly flinging the monk's hand off.

The monk's expression changed, and he suddenly became fierce. With a swift movement, he lunged forward, his hands aiming to gouge Qin Zheng's eyes.

However, he had chosen the wrong person to bully.

Qin Zheng extended one hand, like a phantom, and struck the monk's chest with his palm.

Bang!

In an instant, the monk was sent flying backward by the immense force. After hitting the ground, he rolled several times before spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Qin Zheng didn't look at him. After delivering the palm strike, he turned and continued his walk towards the west of the city.

He hadn't used full force with this palm strike, so the monk only sustained some injuries and wouldn't die on the spot.

However, Qin Zheng used some of the Black Fiend Palm's power, and for the next few days, the monk would suffer from severe heart pain.

Whether he survived or not was no longer his concern.

Qin Zheng was filled with rage at the moment, and his actions were even more ruthless than usual.

As he walked, Qin Zheng unconsciously used his movement technique, flashing through the city like a phantom.

Moments later, he appeared on the riverbank west of the city.

He first went to a dock, grabbed a Canoe Gang disciple, and asked, "Where is your First Boss?!"

The Canoe Gang disciple was shouting at a group of porters when he was suddenly lifted by a powerful force. Anger surged within him at first.

But when he turned and saw Qin Zheng's furious expression, he was so terrified he almost wet himself.

Wasn't this the same guy who had pierced through the Gathering Heroes Pavilion with a single saber a few days ago?!

Had the First Boss provoked him again?!

A surge of fear welled up in his heart, and he immediately said, trembling, "Master Qin... the First Boss is recuperating at the headquarters and isn't here."

"Take me there!"

Qin Zheng released him and shouted coldly.

The Canoe Gang subordinate repeatedly nodded, leading the way to the Canoe Gang's headquarters.

The situation drew the attention of everyone on the dock, none of whom knew what was happening.

Under the guidance of the subordinate, Qin Zheng soon arrived at the Canoe Gang's headquarters.

"Halt..."

The disciples guarding the entrance on both sides of the headquarters had seen Qin Zheng in his rough linen clothes from a distance and intended to stop him.

But upon seeing Qin Zheng's face, they immediately deflated, their cold expressions replaced by fawning smiles.

Qin Zheng ignored them and strode directly into the Canoe Gang's headquarters with the subordinate.

Along the way, seeing Qin Zheng's furious expression and the thick killing intent radiating from him, the Canoe Gang disciples' hearts grew cold.

Soon, Qin Zheng saw the Canoe Gang's First Boss, Zhang Wei.

He was currently wrapped in bandages, sitting in a lounge chair, with two beauties attending to him.

Upon seeing Qin Zheng, surprise flashed across his face. He then waved his hand, dismissing everyone around him.

"Brother Qin, you're back?"

First Boss Zhang Wei stood up and said with a smile.

But Qin Zheng took a step forward, his shoulder jolted, and the Ghost-Head Saber fell into his hand.

As the long saber swung, it seemed capable of cleaving the air.

Finally, the sharp blade stopped just short of the opponent's neck.

The movement was swift and powerful, leaving no room for hesitation, so much so that Zhang Wei, a seasoned Muscle-Refining Realm martial artist, couldn't react in time.

In an instant, cold sweat trickled down Zhang Wei's forehead, and a profound sense of mortal danger erupted in his heart!

Had he become this strong?!

At this moment, Zhang Wei's heart was filled only with frantic shock and deep dread.

"The people I protected in the southern courtyard, where are they?!"

Qin Zheng looked at him, speaking concisely and coldly.

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