When the World Oppresses You? No, It Is People Who Oppress People! If You Refuse to Be Bullied, Then Smash the Cosmos Clear with One Fist!

Old Street Alley, the Zhang family's funeral shed.

"Ah Qing, listen to me. I-I had no choice either. A Yuan was too stubborn. If she'd been a little softer, it wouldn't have come to this today..."

In the freezing cold, sparks of charred ash sputtered from the brazier in the crude, drafty funeral shed.

Zhang Qing planted a foot on the chest of the plainly dressed man he had once called "brother-in-law," his blade pressed to the man's throat. His eyes were red, his teeth clenched, and his gaze was terrifyingly grim.

At last, the man trembled his way into telling the truth.

When he heard that his own elder sister had been "sold" by her husband to Yang Yan, the young master of Tiger Leopard Hall, over a gambling debt—and that, unable to bear the humiliation, she had hanged herself—

His eyelids twitched. Gritting his teeth and tightening his grip on the knife, he slashed down with a rip, accompanied by a scream. The lean youth shouted coldly:

"Let's see how you gamble from now on!"

With that, he faced the cold wind, drew his clothes tight around himself, and turned away with the bloodied blade in hand.

Zhang Liu Zi's father, Zhang Lao Shuan, along with his sisters and relatives, trembled as they stepped forward.

"Liu Zi, you..."

"That's Tiger Leopard Hall. Even Master Ji next door falls far short of their young master. You can't..."

From Ji Xiu to Master Ji.

Even though the man himself had long since left, and dust had settled in the fenced courtyard.

His ever-rising reputation made the old neighbors of Old Street Alley afraid to shout and swagger, even without seeing him in person.

Zhang Qing lowered his brows and forced a faint smile.

"Dad, don't worry."

"What am I, compared