[Fantasy] Linglong's Feud (Complete) - 16-18

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Chapter 69, A Dead End

"Ling'er..."

Cheng Jin's heart pounded. He pondered how to find an opening to rescue Shuangling.

Sure enough, not long after, Zhao Shuangling was surrounded and dragged out, put into a prison cart. Cheng Jin was secretly anxious. There were many opponents, and it was already extremely dangerous for him to rescue her alone. Now, Ling'er was being put into a prison cart like this, and he didn't know what to do. He was already somewhat dazed from losing his mother today, and now seeing his wife being arrested, his mind was in complete turmoil. His head was buzzing, and he couldn't calm down no matter what. He didn't even notice Yun'er slowly walking away from his side.

After all the soldiers came out of the mansion, the officer ordered the Zhao mansion to be sealed off. With a wave of his flag, he led Zhao Shuangling and a group of servants back to the city in a grand procession.

"M-Sir... what crime have we committed?"

Zhao Shuangling asked bravely.

But no one paid her any attention.

"Miss...Miss! Please don't treat our young lady like this! She's pregnant!"

Yun'er was frantic to see Shuangling, heavily pregnant, suffering in a prison cart. Her eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face.

Suddenly, she burst out of the woods, shouting.

"Ah? This silly girl!"

Cheng Jin suddenly noticed Yun'er's appearance, but it was too late to stop her.

"Is this girl also from the Zhao family? Seize her!"

the officer said expressionlessly.

"Waaah...don't grab me...you twisted my hand, it hurts so much..."

Yun'er cried out, but no one paid her any attention. They were immediately arrested and taken to the city.

Cheng Jin returned to the Dragon God Gang, feeling weak all over and with a terrible headache. He sneezed several times. Ignoring the mud covering his body, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was dark outside the window. The rain had stopped sometime earlier, and it was late at night.

Cheng Jin tried to get up, but found his limbs weak and powerless, his chest tight and hot, his head dizzy, and his whole body extremely uncomfortable. He touched his forehead; it was burning hot. He hadn't felt sick in a long time.

Cheng Jin fell back onto the bed with a thud, his eyes staring straight up, his mind seemingly filled with a thousand thoughts, yet also empty.

"Mother is dead... Ling'er is gone... Hu Zi betrayed me..."

"It's all my fault... it's all my fault!"

"I drove Mother to her death, I drove her to it! I wanted to save Mother with all my heart, but in the end, I drove her to her death! Haha! How ridiculous!"

Cheng Jin chuckled hoarsely, a few tears streaming down his face.

"If only... if only I had let Mother and Ling'er leave the Zhao mansion sooner, everything would have been alright... everything would have been alright... I'm such a fool... why did I only think of that so late! Poor Ling'er..."

"Ling'er... Ling'er... locked up in the government office, she'll suffer so much, and she's carrying my child... I don't know how Luo Can will torture her... No, I have to rescue her! She's my wife, I have to rescue her!"

He struggled to get up again, but finally lay back down on the bed.

"But... but the government office is heavily guarded, how can I rescue her? Can I even manage to rescue her?"

"Poor Ling'er... I didn't treat her well. If... if she wasn't Zhao the scoundrel's daughter, she would actually be a very virtuous wife... marrying her would have been my blessing, my blessing..."

Suddenly, Cheng Jin felt he had never missed Zhao Shuangling as much as he did now.

"But will I ever see her again?"

Cheng Jin lay blankly on the bed, very tired, wanting to close his eyes and sleep, but he couldn't. He just kept thinking about it until dawn. Finally, his eyes could no longer close, and he fell into a deep sleep once more.

This illness had come suddenly and was naturally difficult to cure. Although the symptoms gradually subsided day by day, his body remained extremely uncomfortable.

Cheng Jin hid in his room all day, refusing to see anyone except the doctor and a few close attendants. He

wouldn't see his aunt or sister either.

He didn't want them to know about his illness, nor did he want them to know about the fall of the Zhao family. He didn't know how to explain to them that he couldn't bear to part with Ling'er, and he didn't know how to tell them about his mother's death.

He simply tried to take his medicine, hoping to recover as quickly as possible.

"Luo Can!"

"I won't let you succeed! I still have my Dragon God Gang; you can't take her away!"

"I will rescue Ling'er! She is mine! She is my wife!"

He secretly swore in his heart.

But several days passed, and his illness was less than half cured.

And Luo Can came knocking first.

"Report...Reporting to the Chief, the...the government has completely surrounded this mountain!"

"What? That bastard Luo Can! Taking advantage of my illness..."

Cheng Jin jumped up.

He didn't care about his illness anymore; Cheng Jin put on his overcoat and hurried into the hall.

"Chief...the government troops are so powerful! The brothers down the mountain can't hold them off!"

"Reporting to the Chief! The two altar leaders, Zhang Long and Li Bao, beheaded a long-bearded official with a single move, and the government troops have already reached halfway up the mountain!"

"Chief...Chief...the brothers really can't hold them off...there are...there are quite a few brothers captured...and...and...some people...surrendered..."

Cheng Jin's mind was a mess. He had been bedridden for the past few days and hadn't attended to any of the gang's affairs. These cowardly fellows had probably been slacking off these days, causing chaos within the gang. He rushed out the gate, looking down from his vantage point. Below, a dark mass of figures loomed, drawing ever closer. From afar, he heard a voice proclaiming, "Attention, thieves! Those who resist will be killed without mercy; those who surrender will be treated leniently!"

"Are they really that powerful? I…I…I underestimated the government…"

A sudden chill

ran down his spine. Cheng Jin gritted his teeth, drew his sword, and charged. His followers cried out, "Chief, the enemy is fierce! You're still recovering from your illness!"

Cheng Jin ignored them.

But after only two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) of running, a commotion erupted behind him. Someone shouted, "It's terrible! The government troops are attacking from behind! Chief, the back hall has been captured!"

The back hall!

Cheng Jin's legs gave way, and he nearly fainted.

"Sister!"

Cheng Jin cried out in his heart, drawing his sword and rushing back, intending to rush into the main hall.

"Chief, we can't win. Let's escape!"

"No!"

Cheng Jin roared. How could he abandon his sister and aunt to escape alone? His steps were erratic, and after only a few steps, he lost his footing and fell to the ground, sword and all.

"Chief, you're still recovering from your illness; you can't fight them head-on. There's a small path over there; let's escape!"

"I..."

Cheng Jin took a breath, feeling utterly weak and powerless. The number of his gang members around him was dwindling; many had already fled for their lives.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. In the distance, he saw forty or fifty soldiers escorting a group of women down the mountain.

"Sister is there!"

Cheng Jin mustered his strength and immediately rushed in that direction. But the distance was vast, and in the blink of an eye, the group of women had disappeared behind the trees, only the shouts of the soldiers growing louder.

"Let's go, Chief! It'll be too late if we don't leave now! As long as we're alive..."

Cheng Jin sighed, sheathed his sword, and ran down a small path beside the mountain.

He encountered a dozen or so scattered soldiers along the way, which he easily dealt with. He figured the main force of the government troops was attacking from the front and rear, and the most formidable ones were there.

Cheng Jin ran straight down the mountain, where the paths were all country lanes. Occasionally, a few soldiers would spot him and chase after him, shouting and yelling. Cheng Jin didn't stop, taking any path he could find, oblivious to his surroundings.

He didn't know how long he ran, but he reached the top of a small hill. Completely exhausted, Cheng Jin collapsed to the ground.

Looking back, the Dragon God Gang was nowhere to be seen. Not only were the pursuers gone, but even his followers who had escaped with him were left behind, their whereabouts unknown.

Cheng Jin, panting heavily, slowly made his way forward. Soon they saw a long-abandoned, dilapidated temple on the mountain and slowly made their way inside.

Shocked, anxious, hungry, and exhausted, and still extremely weak, Cheng Jin collapsed onto the ground as soon as he found shelter, too weary to rise.

"Gone...everything is gone..."

Overwhelmed with grief, Cheng Jin burst into tears.

"Mother is gone, sister is gone, aunt and Aqi are gone, Ling'er is gone, all those beautiful female slaves are gone!"

"The Dragon God Gang is gone, all the gold and silver accumulated over decades is gone, all the power and prestige of dominating the region is gone!"

"What am I doing!"

Cheng Jin cried out to the heavens.

"I've schemed for so many years, I've avenged my blood feud, I've rescued my mother and sister, and I've taken everything from my enemies. Wasn't I so successful? How could it all be gone so quickly?" "Am

I dreaming? Was all that triumph a dream, or is this the dream itself?"

"Or is it neither a dream, but just that I, this fool, have become too complacent?"

Cheng Jin's heart ached violently. Staring

blankly at the dilapidated Buddha statue in the temple, Cheng Jin murmured, "Could this be fate?"

He finally fainted. His weak body couldn't withstand such a blow; he was too exhausted.

Almost a day had passed, and Cheng Jin had remained in this ruined temple, afraid to reveal himself. There was nothing to eat, so he picked a few green fruits from the trees to stave off hunger. After several bouts of profuse sweating, his illness had improved somewhat, but his body remained extremely weak.

"I can't just hide in this godforsaken place and wait to die! Even if I'm not caught, I'll starve to death. I still need to rescue my sister and Ling'er!"

Cheng Jin thought to himself.

He let down his matted hair and smeared dirt on his face. His clothes were already disheveled, and now, with his hair unkempt and his face ashen, he looked like a beggar.

Cheng Jin slowly descended the mountain, carefully making his way towards the city along the main road.

Halfway there, he suddenly remembered the large house he had just bought nearby. Now, in his current predicament, it was uninhabited and would provide shelter.

Reaching the house, Cheng Jin's steps were unsteady. He used his sword as a crutch, pushed open the door, and stumbled inside.

Just as he turned to close the door, he suddenly noticed someone inside.

It was Hu Zi.

Hu Zi, dressed in a constable's uniform.

"You are...you are the young master!"

Despite his disheveled state, Hu Zi recognized him immediately.

"Hu Zi?"

Upon seeing Hu Zi's attire, Cheng Jin's anger flared. He roared, "You...you traitor! So it was you who led the soldiers to harm me!"

He drew his sword and slashed straight at Hu Zi.

However, he was still recovering from a serious illness, and his sword strike was weak and feeble, easily dodged by Hu Zi.

"I didn't mean to harm you! You're driving me away, where else can I go? If it weren't for Magistrate Luo's appreciation of me and his willingness to let me return to work for him, I..."

Hu Zi shouted as he dodged. Cheng Jin remained silent, his face dark, and continued to slash at Hu Zi.

"It's...it's Magistrate Luo who broke his promise. He promised that as long as I helped him, he wouldn't harm you..."

Hu Zi cried out, "He would let you return to Wuchang..."

"Nonsense! Do you still expect me to believe you now?"

Cheng Jin roared, slashing at him again.

Hu Zi easily dodged, suddenly reaching out to block, striking Cheng Jin's right hand. Cheng Jin's arm went limp, his sword fell to the ground, and Hu Zi pushed him, sending him staggering back several steps until he collapsed to the ground.

"Young Master, are you sick? Or injured? Why do you have no strength at all?"

Hu Zi asked.

"Traitor! Enough, enough! A tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs. Dying at your hands is my retribution. Heh heh, take my head to Luo Can, and I guarantee you'll be promoted and rich!" Cheng

Jin said hatefully.

"Sigh!"

Hu Zi sighed, "Young master, this place is no longer safe for you. You'd better leave quickly. Don't you have any silver on you? Here are a few hundred taels."

He took out a few ingots and some silver notes and placed them on the ground.

"I don't need your feigned mercy! Weren't you waiting here to catch me?"

"If I wanted to catch you, I wouldn't be the only one here,"

Hu Zi said. "I came to look at this house."

"Heh heh, look at what? You want to live here yourself?"

Cheng Jin sneered. Looking around, it seemed there really were no other soldiers, and he immediately felt half relieved.

"Heh heh!"

Hu Zi chuckled dryly.

"Fine, I don't mind if you want this house. But let me ask you, how are my sister and Ling'er doing now? Has Luo Can made things difficult for them?"

"Sigh! Young Master, you're in trouble yourself right now, so don't worry about so much. You should leave this place as soon as possible..."

"So, Luo Can made things difficult for them? That bastard! Tell me, how did he treat them?"

"Sigh! Young Master, do you even need to ask me about this? Such beautiful women..."

Cheng Jin's chest throbbed violently, his fists clenched tightly.

"He who defiles another's wife and daughters... others will defile his wife and daughters in return."

He had smugly said this to Zhao Kunhua not long ago, but now it echoed in his mind again and again.

"No, I have to rescue them! I have to rescue them..."

Cheng Jin muttered to himself.

"Forget it, young master. You can't beat Prefect Luo. He's an official, you're a thief, and besides, he has reinforcements sent by the imperial court."

"Why do you keep telling me to leave? What benefits did Prefect Luo give you?"

Cheng Jin glared at him. "Did he give you all my things?"

"Hehe, young master, don't ask so many questions. Leave here. Staying here won't do you any good. Prefect Luo is still searching for you everywhere! Besides, you're not feeling well, and you're in a bad mood. You can't calm down. It'll be dangerous if this continues."

"I'm not calm! I'm not calm!"

Cheng Jin jumped up and pounced on Hu Zi. "Tell me, what benefits did you get? Haven't you always been lusting after my sister's beauty? Did he give her to you? Tell me, tell me!"

"Young Master, don't be like this!"

Hu Zi pushed him away and said, "Yes, Magistrate Luo did give me benefits. But you know he's not an easy person to deal with. I don't even know what I'll get! I won't stay by his side for long. Magistrate Luo is cunning and scheming; he's probably still thinking of ways to take your life. Young Master, just listen to me, don't worry about this, go. Hu Zi won't harm you."

"Heh heh, you helped that bastard harm me, and now you're making sarcastic remarks! You're not arresting me today, you still have a conscience. Go, I don't want to see you again!"

Cheng Jin wouldn't listen to anything and shouted.

"Fine, I'll go. But Young Master, you should still listen to me and leave this place..."

Hu Zi said again as he slowly walked out.

Seventy, The Dust-Covered Music Hall

"Tell me to leave? Tell me where to go?"

Cheng Jin thought bitterly.

"Go back to Wuchang and announce to everyone that Murong Jin has returned in disgrace? Haha, that's hilarious, I'm dying of laughter! Haha!"

"Or go back to Hengshan and tell the abbot that Xiao Jin killed his enemy and rescued his mother and sister, only to accidentally lose them all again? Haha, still hilarious!"

"Should I retire to the mountains and forests, detached from worldly affairs, and become a hermit of the Tao? Haha! Bah! Am I that kind of coward? Bah! Bah! Bah!"

"To abandon my wife, sisters, and relatives to be raped by my enemy, and then run away to become a coward? Absolutely not!"

"When I first became intimate with my sister, didn't I say that I had long since abandoned everything, that my life was no longer my own? Am I afraid of death now? Haha! Even more ridiculous, I'm afraid of death?"

"Even if I, Cheng Jin, am not a hero, I am definitely not a coward." "I

can do without the Dragon God Gang, but I cannot abandon my people! Without them, why should I live in this world to be ridiculed?"

"I won't leave until I rescue my sister, aunt, and Ling'er! Never!"

Cheng Jin thought through gritted teeth, his expression shifting between anger and despair.

This large house was far more comfortable than the dilapidated temple; not only was there plenty of food and clothing, but the pharmacy also contained some medicine that seemed to be starting to mold. Cheng Jin didn't care about anything else and stayed for three more days. Once he felt his condition had greatly improved and his strength had returned to about 70-80%, he immediately sneaked back into the city.

The government had recently wiped out two gangs, and security was tighter than usual. Cheng Jin knew he only had one life; losing his own wasn't a big deal, but his sister and Ling'er would be gone forever. So he dared not act rashly, carefully hiding in a corner of the city until nightfall, then discerning the way and quietly sneaking back into the government office.

That night, the stars were numerous, and a crescent moon hung faintly in the sky. The early winter air was slightly chilly, and the occasional wisps of cold wind rustled through the treetops. Cheng Jin quietly hid in a tree, watching the sounds of people inside and outside the wall gradually subside, finally waiting until the second watch of the night.

The number of patrolling guards in the courtyard thinned out, and Cheng Jin seized an opportunity, leaping from one tree to another with a whoosh. The branch he landed on swayed slightly, but the sound of the wind went unnoticed.

Laughter from the main hall of the mansion came from within. Cheng Jin determined the direction, using the tree canopy as cover, avoiding the patrolling guards, leaping from one tree to another, passing through several rooftops, and finally reaching the roof of the main hall.

Cheng Jin lay prone on the roof, gently parted a tile, and peered into the hall.

He saw Prefect Luo Can indeed inside, with a long-bearded man in plain clothes sitting beside him. Cheng Jin vaguely recognized him as the one who led the troops besieging the Dragon God Gang. In front of them, a dozen or so men stood in a semi-circle, and a naked woman, her hands bound behind her back, knelt prostrate on the ground; her identity was unclear.

Upon hearing Luo Can say, "Lord Li's plan is indeed brilliant, and I am not afraid that Cheng Jin will not be captured! However, although I am just a minor official, I am still a prefect. To order my subordinates to rape women in broad daylight is... If the Emperor finds out, I am afraid the crime will be no small matter."

Cheng Jin was alarmed to hear that they were plotting to capture him, and listened attentively.

Lord Li laughed heartily, "You pedantic scholar! In this day and age, it's common for the families of traitors to be imprisoned as slaves! Do you know how the Emperor dealt with the treacherous minister Tie Xuan this year, Lord Luo?"

Luo Can replied, "Tie Xuan was executed by dismemberment, and his family was sent to the Jiaofangsi (a brothel) as slaves." Lord Li laughed, "

Slaves is a euphemism; in reality, they're just prostitutes. Haha! Have you ever been to the Jiaofangsi, Lord Luo?"

Luo Can shook his head, "This...this...I have never been..."

Lord Li laughed, "That's a pity! Yingtian Prefecture isn't far from Suzhou Prefecture. Go and have a look sometime, haha! It's not like going to a regular brothel; the...haha...Tie Xuan's wife and daughters are quite a sight. The Emperor decreed that if these lowly women have children, they will be slaves for generations. When I came from the capital the other day, I heard that Tie Xuan's eldest daughter is already pregnant, but I don't know whose bastard child it is! Haha!"

Luo Can laughed along with him.

Cheng Jin pondered, "This Lord Li comes from the capital, his martial arts are superb, and his position seems very high, but I wonder who he is?"

Inside the room, some men had already begun to grope the naked woman. Unable to resist, she could only sob softly.

Lord Li said, "The Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau) has been quite lively these past few years. Traitors and rebels are being killed without end, and their wives and daughters… haha… originally the wives and daughters of officials, are now shameless whores, and it's even by imperial decree that everyone should fuck them to death! Haha!"

Luo Can laughed, "Although they are the wives and daughters of officials, their looks aren't necessarily that beautiful. How can they compare to… cough cough, like this slut."

He lifted his leg and nudged the naked woman's shoulder.

Lord Li laughed heartily: "Brother Luo, you're mistaken... There are many ways to enjoy women. This girl is beautiful, but her status is low. The wives and daughters of officials are different. Think about it, they're usually high above others, and it's not easy for outsiders to even glance at them. Now, just by spending some silver, you can ride on them and do whatever you want. Haha! So satisfying!"

Luo Can tilted his head and thought for a moment, then laughed: "That's true! If it were the wife and daughter of my mortal enemy, that would be even better... Hahaha!"

Lord Li chuckled and said: "Lord Luo, do you remember Mao Dasheng? That old man, back when my emperor attacked Yingtian Prefecture, helped Emperor Jianwen come out to verbally abuse me, giving me a thorough dressing-down. As soon as he was beheaded, I rushed to the brothel to have sex with his wife, haha! That revenge is complete."

Luo Can laughed: "I heard Mao Dasheng..." "There was a concubine who was quite beautiful, but she came from a brothel..."

Lord Li said, "

No, it wasn't that. I went specifically to have sex with Mao Dasheng's first wife. That's what revenge is all about!

What's so appealing about that little whore?"

Luo Can asked in astonishment, "

Old Mao is so old, his first wife must be quite old too, right? What's the point?" Lord Li laughed, "That Zhang is over fifty, already fifty-six years old, and she's not exactly beautiful. But, haha! Having sex with her is much more enjoyable than having sex with this little whore!" He

also kicked the naked woman on the ground and continued, "Thinking about that Zhang, a dignified noblewoman, being stripped naked and pinned to the ground by me, being trampled and raped at will. That woman has given birth to several sons and daughters, and her cunt was still loose from being fucked for a few days. When I was in a bad mood, I would lift one of her legs, like this..."

Standing up, he grabbed the woman's left leg and lifted it upwards. The woman screamed, her leg raised high, exposing her naked vulva. Lord Li chuckled and kicked her genitals hard. The woman screamed in agony, struggling violently as her body dragged on the ground, but how could her womanly private parts escape the abuse? She writhed in pain, tears streaming down her face, crying and groaning loudly.

Lord Li kicked her a few times, then laughed loudly, "That Zhang woman's crying was ten times louder than this little bitch's! Just thinking about how she was Mao Dasheng's wife makes me feel so good! So good! Later, that slut was raped to death and thrown naked outside to feed the dogs. Many people saw it, Lord Luo must have heard about it too."

Amidst Lord Li's triumphant laughter, Cheng Jin on the roof felt a chill run down his spine. The woman inside, who had been subjected to severe humiliation, turned her head during her violent struggle. Cheng Jin saw clearly that it was none other than his own sister, Murong Yan'er!

"This bitch is quite beautiful, but it's a pity she's a bandit's relative. Tsk tsk, pitiful!"

It was Luo Can who sneered. He stood up and stomped his right leg, clad in a cloth boot, onto Yan'er's breast, rubbing it against it. Poor Yan'er, whose genitals had just been severely injured and was in excruciating pain, was now being trampled on, causing her to tremble all over, even her cries becoming distorted. Cheng Jin

was consumed by rage and almost couldn't resist jumping down to retaliate and save her. But this was a government office, and the other side was full of skilled fighters; jumping down would only be suicide. He could only restrain himself and dared not make a rash move.

Hearing Yan'er cry out, "My lord, spare my life..."

Luo Can chuckled and said, "This bitch is quite good, everyone might as well have a good time with her."

A dozen or so burly men nearby immediately burst into lewd laughter. Amidst Yan'er's screams and pleas for mercy, her breasts were each grabbed by two large hands. Then, her hair was pulled tight, and her legs were spread apart by two men on either side, lifting her up into the air. The first burly man impatiently unbuckled his belt and thrust his long-awaited, already erect penis into Yan'er's still aching vagina without a second thought.

Luo Can laughed, "Even the brothel probably wouldn't find such a beautiful girl, would it? And she's so seductive. Hehe, but I'm reluctant to give this little whore to the brothel! Wouldn't it be better to keep her for myself?"

Lord Li brushed aside Yan'er's tear-streaked face, glanced at her, and said, "Hmm, not bad. If she becomes a whore, she can make you a lot of money."

Luo Can laughed heartily, "Anyway, the women we caught this time are all very beautiful, making money is easy! It's amazing that Zhao Kunhua and Cheng Jin have given me so many beauties. The old and the young are all good-looking, even the pregnant woman is quite pretty. Haha!"

Cheng Jin was furious, but gritted his teeth and endured it. Then Luo Can clapped his hands, and a servant walked in from outside.

Luo Can said, "Bring the dozen or so most beautiful women I recently picked out from the families of bandits for Lord Li to admire."

Lord Li laughed, "I've already seen them! But I'm in a good mood now, so it wouldn't hurt to have some fun with them."

Luo Can laughed, "I'm just afraid there are too many beauties; you won't be able to handle them all, sir."

Lord Li patted his chest and laughed loudly, "Back in the day, I could sleep with seven women a night without batting an eye. The other day, the Emperor ordered Qi Tai's sister and two nephews' wives, as well as Huang Zicheng's sister—a total of four family members of rebels—to be brought to the market..." "They gang raped us day and night for over ten days, with more than twenty strong men doing it to us. They were all pale and sickly. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I went up and showed my might. Those four sluts were all half-dead by me in less than an hour!"

Luo Can said, "I've also heard about this. But I don't know how those four sluts are doing now?"

Lord Li said, "Nothing much, sluts! We fucked them until they were pregnant and we kept fucking them. Their children will be slaves for generations."

As he spoke, a group of women, their clothes disheveled but bound tightly, were brought in. Cheng Jin looked closely and saw Yang Xiangling, the Zhao sisters, and others among them. The one in the lead, heavily pregnant, was his wife, Zhao Shuangling.

Luo Can said, "This pregnant woman is Zhao Kunhua's daughter. She's carrying Cheng Jin's bastard child. Her status is very important. Haha! I've fucked her. Her hole is still very tight. Not bad."

Lord Li laughed, "Interesting!"

He stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Shuangling's hair.

Zhao Shuangling was forced to look up, her face streaked with tears, staring fearfully at Lord Li.

Lord Li chuckled, "Hmm, not bad looking."

He reached inside Zhao Shuangling's clothes, grasping and squeezing one of her breasts, nodding, "Hmm, very smooth, very firm, very good."

Zhao Shuangling cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face, begging for mercy.

Lord Li chuckled, releasing her breast and moving his hand to her crotch. With a sharp "ripping," he tore Zhao Shuangling's trousers in two. Zhao Shuangling's two snow-white thighs trembled uncontrollably, revealing the faint hairs on her mons pubis.

Lord Li placed a large hand on Zhao Shuangling's vulva, his thick middle finger immediately penetrating her. Zhao Shuangling struggled and cried, her eyes red and swollen, but her slender body, compared to the tall Lord Li, was like a doll in his palm.

After playing with her vulva for a while, Lord Li praised, "Hmm, not bad! Looks like your husband doesn't fuck you very often!"

Suddenly, he kicked Zhao Shuangling in the back of the knee, causing her legs to buckle and she to kneel down with a thud, her face directly facing Lord Li's crotch.

Lord Li pulled out his penis, pried open Zhao Shuangling's mouth, and shoved it inside: "Be a good girl and let me have some fun, or I'll cut open your belly and see what that bastard looks like!"

Zhao Shuangling was already trembling with fear and dared not disobey, so she could only gently lick his penis.

Seeing Zhao Shuangling kneel down, the burly men in the hall immediately started pushing and kicking, forcing all the women in the group to their knees. These women had already suffered a lot of humiliation in the Dragon God Gang, and now they had just escaped one tiger's den only to fall into another, so they weren't too unaccustomed to it. They were just uneasy, wondering how this official would treat them.

Luo Can pointed at Madam Zhao and said, "This woman is Zhao Kunhua's wife. She's over forty. How does she compare to the wives of officials? How well is she maintained?"

Lord Li, with one hand pressing down on Zhao Shuangling's head, glanced at Madam Zhao and said, "Hmm, not bad. This woman must be this little slut's mother, right? Let me see her breasts."

The crowd in the hall chuckled.

Madam Zhao struggled, "No..."

but was immediately grabbed by a burly man beside her, her clothes torn at the front. The burly man turned her body towards Lord Li, grasping one of her breasts in each hand, squeezing them, and laughed, "The skin is quite delicate."

Lord Li nodded and said, "At over forty, her nipples are still erect. Not bad quality. If she's well cared for, this body can be played with for another ten or eight years without any problem."

He reached out and pushed Zhao Shuangling to the ground, grabbed her legs and lifted her up, his thick penis "whooshing" into Zhao Shuangling's vagina.

"Ah..."

Zhao Shuangling cried out in surprise, her already round belly bouncing with her body, her bulging breasts jiggling. The crowd found it amusing and laughed loudly, "Fuck! Fuck this pregnant bitch to death! Haha!" Cheng Jin,

on the rooftop, was both furious and heartbroken. He forced down his anger, holding his breath as he watched them defile his wife, who was carrying his child. His eyes were bloodshot, and he clenched his teeth tightly.

Suddenly,

Madam Zhao cried out, "Spare Ling'er...she's pregnant...please..."

Luo Can laughed, "But our Lord Li likes to fuck your daughter! Haha! Do you want to take your daughter's place?"

Madam Zhao hurriedly said, "I'll take her place! Let Ling'er go!"

Luo Can and Lord Li exchanged a smile, then Luo Can kicked Madam Zhao and said, "You really want to take my place? Beg me, huh? Haha!"

Madam Zhao blushed and whispered, "Please, sir, come and fuck me..."

Luo Can laughed loudly and said to his men, "This slut really needs to be fucked, she's really shameless. Let's satisfy her, haha!"

The burly men laughed loudly, and several men immediately surrounded Madam Zhao, lifted her up, tore off her clothes in a few quick movements, and began gang-raping her on the spot.

Madam Zhao's body was supported by several strong arms, her breasts were being vigorously rubbed, and her dry vagina and anus were simultaneously penetrated by penises, causing her to scream in agony. In the chaos, she saw Zhao Shuangling still being raped by Lord Li on the ground and cried out, "Ling'er... let Ling'er go..."

The burly men laughed loudly, and Lord Li's penis thrust into Zhao Shuangling even more vigorously; no one paid any attention to her.

"Mother..."

Zhao Shuangling's eyes were red as she looked at her mother's miserable state, sobbing incessantly. The hard, iron-like penis thrust deep into her vagina, seemingly penetrating her uterus and hurting her unborn child. Zhao Shuangling's facial muscles contorted in pain, only tears streaming down her face.

"Ha! That's satisfying!"

Lord Li laughed loudly, his iron-like hands gripping Zhao Shuangling's tender breasts until they were bruised and red.

Seeing that the adults were in high spirits, the soldiers didn't hold back either, three or two holding down each woman and starting to lewdly play with them on the spot. For a moment, the hall was filled with the cries of women and the lewd laughter of men.

"Ah... Ru'er... Yao'er..."

Seeing her other two daughters being gang-raped by several strong men, Madam Zhao cried even more miserably, "Please, Ru'er is also pregnant, don't..."

Before she could finish speaking, a penis was shoved into her mouth, and she could no longer scream.

"Heh, so you're pregnant too, you bitch?"

said the man raping Zhao Shuangru, grinning as he examined her body. "Can't you tell? Haha! But your belly isn't exactly slim!"

Zhao Shuangru was panting heavily from the rape, her mouth stuffed with an excited penis, so she couldn't make a sound.

Luo Can looked at his beautiful captives with a smug smile. Suddenly, as if noticing something, he said, "Where's the other pretty girl? Why didn't you bring her along?"

A man in a constable's uniform standing at the door quickly knelt down and said, "Reporting to you, sir, she has already escaped."

Cheng Jin's heart skipped a beat, remembering the dark figure he had seen outside earlier, and he thought, "Could it really be Aqi?"

Aqi wasn't among the women below.

Luo Can slammed his fist on the table and yelled, "Damn it! How did she escape?"

The constable replied, "It was...it was...it was Miss Fang who knocked Zhang Jiu unconscious...Luckily, the brothers found her early, and only one escaped."

Luo Can roared, "What an idiot! What an idiot! Where is that bitch surnamed Fang?"

The constable said, "The brothers have already apprehended her, and she's awaiting your judgment, sir."

Luo Can shouted, "Bring that bitch here! Damn it, how dare she let my people go?"

Cheng Jin understood immediately. The "Miss Fang" who first rescued Aqi was most likely Fang Yirong. But how did this girl end up in the government office? That was truly strange.

It turned out that after being released by Cheng Jin, Fang Yirong was at a loss. That day in the city, she learned that Lord Luo of this prefecture intended to wipe out the Dragon God Gang, and that she shared the same ambition. So she went to visit Luo Can. She was quite familiar with the feud between Zhao Kunhua and Cheng Jin, but Luo Can was completely unaware of this, and thus they hit it off immediately. Seeing her beauty, Luo Can tried to seduce her several times, but Fang Yirong refused, so he treated her with the courtesy due to a guest.

Fang Yirong, preoccupied with revenge and rescuing Aqi, stayed at the government office, thinking that Luo Can, a dignified prefect, wouldn't act recklessly, and that they could leave together after rescuing Aqi. However, Aqi was indeed rescued from the Dragon God Gang, but it turned out that Prefect Luo was also a lecherous scoundrel, no different from Zhao Kunhua. Left with no other choice, they resorted to a forced prison break.

"What's the big deal about some runaway girl? What's the big deal?"

Lord Li laughed at Luo Can.

Luo Can snorted, grabbed Yang Xiangling's hair, and slammed her to the ground, saying, "Your daughter ran away, are you happy? Damn it!"

Yang Xiangling's head hit the ground, drawing blood. For years, she had endured all kinds of treatment; Zhao Kunhua had tried everything, but nothing could subdue her. She had just escaped one misery, only to fall into another soon after, leaving her utterly despondent. Besides, her daughter had already escaped, leaving her with no more attachments. So she glared angrily at Luo Can, offering no reply.

Luo Can, enraged, cursed, "You wretch!"

and kicked Yang Xiangling in the stomach. Yang Xiangling crouched down in pain, letting out a soft groan. Suddenly

, Lord Li remarked, "This woman looks familiar."

Luo Can said, "Hehe, she's quite famous! She's the younger sister of the infamous 'Cold-Faced Twin Beauties' from twenty years ago!"

He grabbed Yang Xiangling's hair, forcing her to tilt her head back so Lord Li could see her clearly.

"Haha!"

Upon hearing this, Lord Li immediately abandoned Zhao Shuangling and went over. Zhao Shuangling quickly shrugged, tightly closing her legs and curling into a ball. But immediately, more men stepped forward, grabbing her hands and feet, stretching her out into a "V" shape, several penises dangling in front of her. Zhao Shuangling cried out in terror, and amidst the men's lewd laughter, new penises entered her vagina.

Lord Li, his penis erect, walked up to Yang Xiangling, slapping his penis, smeared with Zhao Shuangling's bodily fluids, against her face, laughing loudly. Luo Can cautiously asked, "Did this slut have some grudge against Lord Li back then?"

Lord Li laughed, "No grudge. Lord Luo, you're not a member of the martial world, you don't know that back then, there were at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, people who dreamed of having sex with the Yang sisters. I even fought alongside them back then. Slut, do you still recognize me?" Yang Xiangling

glanced at him, remembering that he seemed to be a junior disciple of the Kunlun Sect, traveling the martial world with his master, and had once captured and killed a notorious bandit in Jiangzhou with the sisters. At that time, he was just a greenhorn new to the martial world. Unexpectedly, after so many years, he had become some kind of "Lord Li," while she was now kneeling humiliated at his feet.

Lord Li laughed, "Since it's you, I'll have to enjoy myself! Haha!"

He shoved Yang Xiangling to the ground, ripped her clothes to shreds, grabbed her breasts, and laughed loudly. Yang Xiangling was powerless to resist, turned her face away, and closed her eyes.

Lord Li said, "Interesting, still trying to be a cold beauty!"

He grabbed a handful of her pubic hair from under her crotch and pulled it. Yang Xiangling cried out in pain, arching her back to slightly alleviate the pain of her taut pubic hair being pulled. Lord Li laughed loudly, continuing to pull her pubic hair upwards, causing Yang Xiangling's buttocks to arch higher and higher. Several pubic hairs were already broken off, and tears streamed down Yang Xiangling's face from the pain, but Lord Li still wouldn't let go.

"Beg me for mercy! Hahaha!"

Lord Li squatted down, one hand gripping one of Yang Xiangling's breasts, the other pulling at a handful of her pubic hair, laughing loudly. Yang Xiangling kept her face turned away, gritting her teeth and enduring the pain, but remained silent.

Lord Li sneered, "So stubborn!"

Holding onto her pubic hair, he thrust his penis into her vagina.

Yang Xiangling let out a soft "woo," tilting her head back, as if trying to make a sound. Lord Li laughed, "You slut, you're not young anymore, but this rotten hole is still well-maintained!"

Yang Xiangling blushed, gritted her teeth, and deliberately ignored him. Lord Li thrust his penis in forcefully, his hand moving from her crotch to her chest, grabbing one breast and kneading it roughly. With his other hand, he pinched her chin, turning her face to face him, examining her for a moment, and laughed, "Still as beautiful as twenty years ago, you have a certain charm with age, haha! I wanted to fuck you more than twenty years ago, but back then I didn't have the ability or the guts. Unexpectedly, today, I've actually been able to get my wish. Haha!"

Yang Xiangling's body ached from his ministrations, her eyes reddening again. After all the hardships and twists and turns, she still couldn't escape the fate of being raped. The more famous she was in her youth, the more ruthlessly she was humiliated. Her dry vagina was brutally penetrated, her private parts exposed to the public eye for all to play with, the proud heroine turned into a sex slave for everyone… These things seemed to be in the past, but they had finally returned to her.

"Is that pretty little girl who ran away this slut's daughter? What a pity! Otherwise, it would be so much better to fuck both mother and daughter together!"

Lord Li said to Luo Can while raping Yang Xiangling.

Luo Can pointed to Yan'er, who was being gang-raped by several men, and laughed, "That little wench is Yang Xiaoling's daughter. Didn't I see you showing such interest in her earlier, sir?"

Lord Li clicked his tongue and said, "Really? No wonder she's so pretty! Hehe, why didn't you say so sooner! Send that woman to a brothel, put up a sign saying Yang Xiaoling's daughter is here waiting to be fucked, haha, I guarantee the threshold of the brothel will be worn down! And send that slut Yang Xiangling there too, let them stick their asses out and wait for men's dicks... haha, it would be wonderful!"

He lewdly said to Yang Xiangling while thrusting his penis in and out, "Isn't it good? Isn't it wonderful? Haha!"

Yang Xiangling's eyes were red, her face turned to the side, tears slowly flowing down her cheeks, biting her lip and remaining silent.

As they were talking, two men held knives to the neck of a woman in red and pushed her into the hall. Cheng Jin, watching from the rooftop, saw clearly that the newcomer was Fang Yirong.

Upon entering, Fang Yirong saw the lewd scene in the hall, her face flushed red, and she cursed, "I never imagined you, a dignified prefect..."

Before she could finish, one of the men behind her kicked her in the buttocks. With her hands bound behind her back, Fang Yirong lost her balance and fell in front of Luo Can.

Luo Can grabbed Fang Yirong's hair and slapped her twice across the face, cursing, "You little slut! How dare you let my woman go?"

Fang Yirong glared at him angrily and said, "I thought you were a benevolent official who fought for the people and suppressed bandits, that's why I joined you. Who knew you... you forcibly took women and engaged in lewd acts, how are you any different from those traitors of the Dragon God Gang?"

Luo Can sneered, "Is that so?"

and kicked Fang Yirong in the stomach. Despite being a scholar, his kick wasn't particularly strong, but it still caused Fang Yirong a sharp pain in her stomach, making her cry out in pain.

Lord Li was busy raping Yang Xiangling and didn't care much about Fang Yirong. However, hearing her words, he couldn't help but retort, "The families of rebels are all lowly women, deserving of death. Punishing them with their bodies to atone for their sins is already extremely lenient. Think of those four lowly women in Qi Tai and Huang Zicheng's families, being taken to the marketplace and raped day and night—that was ordered by the Emperor himself. We

officials were merely following orders. Haha!" Fang Yirong cursed, "Shameless!"

Luo Can stepped forward and kicked her again, saying, "You call the Emperor shameless? You rebellious little slut, now that I've caught you, you'll naturally be sent to be a slave!"

He stomped on Fang Yirong's face, grinning lewdly.

Fang Yirong felt a chill in her heart and struggled fiercely. She still possessed martial arts skills; although her hands were bound, her footwork was still intact. Although her head was pinned down by Luo Can, she managed a slender, jade-like leg kick upwards, striking Luo Can in the lower back.

Luo Can hadn't expected this little slut to dare resist; the kick sent her flying backwards, the pain excruciating.

Having landed a blow, Fang Yirong sprang to her feet with a somersault.

Luo Can shouted, "Take this little slut down!"

But without his command, someone stepped forward. Before Fang Yirong could regain her footing, a burly man approached—a close attendant of Lord Li. Fang Yirong struggled lightly with her hands, knowing she couldn't break free of the ropes binding her immediately, so she kicked out again at the approaching man.

The burly man smiled slightly, noticing the opening in her stance, and also kicked out. Before Fang Yirong's flying kick could even reach her opponent, he preemptively struck her in the groin, a vital spot. Fang Yirong screamed, her body flying backward and crashing into a pillar in the hall before landing heavily on the ground, writhing in pain.

Cheng Jin watched, secretly alarmed: "Fang Yirong's martial arts are not weak either. Her kick was powerful and fierce; even I wouldn't dare to be careless. This man, however, effortlessly injured her in just half a move..."

Although Fang Yirong's hands were immobilized, greatly diminishing her skill, this man's martial arts were clearly far superior to hers.

"The reinforcements that traitor Luo Can brought are truly formidable!"

Cheng Jin became even more cautious.

Luo Can, still groaning in pain, slowly walked to Fang Yirong with the help of his men. He kicked her in the thigh, cursing, "You...you little slut...ow...you dare kick me..."

Fang Yirong felt excruciating pain in her lower body, cold sweat pouring down her forehead, and she groaned incessantly. The kick from Luo Can felt neither pain nor discomfort, as if she hadn't felt anything.

Luo Can cursed, "Damn it, you little slut, you look down on me, don't you?"

He ordered his men to lift Fang Yirong up. Fang Yirong's hair was disheveled, and the pain in her lower body was still intense; she couldn't muster any strength and was immediately flanked by two burly men, forced to stand up.

Luo Can cursed, "You little slut!"

He reached for Fang Yirong's chest, grabbing one of her breasts through her clothes and squeezing it hard. He yelled, "Look how arrogant you are! Now that you're in my hands, hehe!"

Fang Yirong blushed, letting out a soft "woof," and tried to twist her body, but was firmly restrained by two strong arms, unable to move.

"Damn it!"

Luo Can, his ferocity rising, used brute force, his fingers digging into Fang Yirong's breast and twisting it forcefully.

"Ah..."

Fang Yirong's face turned bright red with pain as she struggled desperately, her legs threatening to kick. But the moment she moved, the excruciating pain in her groin made her powerless.

"Hiss..."

Luo Can ripped open half of Fang Yirong's top, revealing a pink undergarment.

"Bastard! What do you think you're doing?"

Fang Yirong cried out, struggling.

"Hehe! What are you doing? What else can you do but send her to be a slave? I let that little girl go, so I had to use you in her place anyway!"

Luo Can leered. "Strip this stinking wench naked!"

"No... you bastard..."

Fang Yirong screamed, twisting her body wildly. But her belt was suddenly ripped open, the straps of her bodice snapped, and a large hand lifted her top, revealing a pair of beautiful, jade-like breasts.

"Haha..."

Luo Can slapped Fang Yirong's breasts a few times like a ball, laughing, "Round and plump, quite beautiful, what a slut!"

"Shameless... you, a dignified prefect..."

Fang Yirong was mortified, screaming hoarsely.

"Who says a prefect can't discipline a female slave?"

Luo Can said smugly, the injury from being kicked earlier seemingly no longer hurting. He played with Fang Yirong's breasts with one hand, while the other hand unceremoniously reached into her pants.

"Huh?"

A strange smile suddenly appeared on Luo Can's face.

With a "whoosh," Fang Yirong's pants were pulled down to her ankles. "Lift her buttocks up, let me see.

Haha! This slut!" He was greatly surprised to see the short pubic hair that had recently grown on Fang Yirong's mons pubis.

"Ugh...no...bastard..."

Fang Yirong's secret was exposed to everyone's eyes, and she was filled with shame and indignation. Her desperate struggles were useless; her legs were held by two large men on either side, and her buttocks were spread wide apart.

"Oh?"

Luo Can reached out and touched her genitals, flicking the small silver ring attached there. Fang Yirong's body trembled slightly, and she almost cried out.

"Hehe! Just like those other sluts."

Luo Can couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Qin Jing and Zhao Shuangru.

"Slut Fang Yirong!"

Someone had already noticed the small words on the silver ring and read them out loud.

Fang Yirong almost fainted.

"Haha! I thought you were some pure and innocent young lady, but you've long been a slut! Were you fucked to pieces by Zhao Kunhua or Cheng Jin?"

Luo Can laughed loudly, flicking her labia a few times with his middle finger before thrusting it into Fang Yirong's vagina.

"Ugh..."

Fang Yirong was filled with shame, her body trembling slightly, and a few tears finally flowed slowly down her cheeks.

"Haha! This bitch is crying! Did Lord Luo enjoy playing with her too much?"

someone laughed.

"Not bad, not bad, this hole hasn't been fucked to pieces yet."

Luo Can nodded approvingly, pulling down his pants, "Let me fuck you to pieces, you slut!"

He ordered his men to hold Fang Yirong steady, and with a lewd grin, he guided his penis to her petals and slowly inserted it.

"Ah..."

Raped again, Fang Yirong couldn't help but groan softly. She hadn't expected that she would be so relieved to escape Cheng Jin's lewd clutches so soon, only to have her body taken by this hypocritical prefect again. Avoiding the lewd gazes of the burly men in the hall, Fang Yirong trembled incessantly.

“This slut’s ass has been fucked raw for ages! Bah!”

The man on the left, who was supporting her buttocks, slowly inserted a finger into her anus, announcing his latest discovery.

“I told you this bitch was a slut!”

Luo Can chuckled, “She’s been playing innocent in my yamen all this time! Damn it! So… Fang Yirong, the sex slave? Haha!”

His penis slowly thrust in and out of Fang Yirong’s dry vagina.

“Oh…”

Cold sweat poured down Fang Yirong’s forehead, her recently injured vagina throbbing painfully from the thrusting penis. So many men were leering and enjoying watching her being raped; Fang Yirong wished she could just die.

“Damn it!”

Cheng Jin lay on the roof, the early winter wind making him feel cold, but the lewd scene in the hall below continued. His sister, wife, and children were being gang-raped. “That bastard Luo Can is fucking ruthless!” Should he watch any longer

? The more he watched, the angrier he became. The shrill cries of his sister and Ling’er made his heart tremble.

"Let's go?" But having come all this way, how could they be willing to give up?

Fang Yirong had suffered the most torture, and Luo Can, still furious, ordered his men to torture her to death. One after another, penises relentlessly pierced Fang Yirong's vagina and anus. Fang Yirong's entire body was bruised and swollen from the rough hands, her injured body being raped to the point of near death, her swollen eyes glaring angrily at the men who had violated her. 01-22
72. How could this be bearable?

But the men only became more and more excited.

But the moment of greatest excitement was also the moment of greatest relaxation. At some point, the men who had been restraining Fang Yirong's body loosened their grip.

Fang Yirong's pent-up strength suddenly erupted, and she broke free from the men's control, flying and crashing into a pillar in the hall. Better to be a broken jade than a whole tile! Fang Yirong would never again become a sex slave. Cheng Jin's

heart tightened, and the image of Zhou Qianxu, the woman who had suffered so much humiliation in the Dragon God Gang a few months ago, flashed through his mind. He seemed to see again a beautiful body, its brains spilling out in a gruesome scene.

But the tragedy didn't happen; a skilled man pulled Fang Yirong back at the crucial moment.

With a "thud," Fang Yirong's head still hit a pillar, and she fainted, bleeding profusely.

"She's still breathing!"

someone confirmed.

"Damn it, what a spoilsport! Take her away and get a doctor to check on her; I haven't had enough of this woman yet!"

Luo Can waved his hand impatiently.

Fang Yirong was hastily dressed and carried out on a man's shoulder.

Cheng Jin's mind raced: "If I want to save Rongnu, now is the perfect opportunity."

"But my sister and Ling'er are still suffering, why should I rush to save her?"

"Hmm, this girl's martial arts are pretty good, maybe she can lend me a hand..."

He glanced reluctantly at the hall again. Yan'er and Yang Xiangling were still being gang-raped. Zhao Shuangling, weak and pregnant, had fainted, her disheveled hair covering half her face, looking utterly haggard.

Luo Can, taking pity on her, let her lie down and rest.

"Sister, Ling'er, Aunt... I'll risk my life to save you, please bear with it a little longer..."

Cheng Jin thought to himself. He then spotted Fang Yirong's whereabouts and quietly slipped down from the roof.

The burly man carrying Fang Yirong thought he was safe inside the government office, completely unaware of the enemy watching.

When he reached a secluded spot, a sudden pain shot through his neck, and before he could even cry out, he collapsed to the ground.

Cheng Jin dragged her to a corner to avoid being discovered too soon, then carried Fang Yirong on his back. Knowing the direction, he darted onto the roof and headed straight out of the mansion.

Although he had just recovered from a serious illness and his martial arts skills hadn't fully returned, Cheng Jin knew he couldn't be careless. Using the rooftops and trees as cover, he scaled the wall and escaped. By the time he reached the government office and found someone collapsed, making a ruckus to catch the assassin, Cheng Jin was already far away.

He ran frantically out of the city, taking all the back roads. He didn't know where he was running, but seeing no pursuers behind him, he finally stopped, panting heavily, leaning against a tree.

"So tired!" Cheng Jin thought, "How could I be so tired? Is it just because I'm recovering from a serious illness? Or is it because I've overindulged these past few months and ruined my health?"

"No one's here, put me down,"

a gentle voice said from behind. It turned out that Fang Yirong had woken up sometime earlier.

"It's you!"

Fang Yirong was gently put down, and in the dim moonlight, she recognized her benefactor.

"Hehe, it's me!"

Cheng Jin said.

"Why did you save me?"

Fang Yirong took a step back.

"Because you were easier to save, so I just did it! It's such a waste for a beauty like you to fall into that Luo guy's hands!"

Cheng Jin chuckled.

"You...you villain! What do you want?"

Fang Yirong blushed.

"Me, a villain?"

Cheng Jin sneered, "Hmm, even if I'm a villain to you, I'm still not as wicked as that two-faced bastard Luo Can, right? I'm just like you now, I can't even be wicked anymore. Hehe!"

"Don't think that just because you saved me, I'll..."

Fang Yirong gritted her teeth, "You insulted me, I won't forget you! What do you want? Just say it!"

"I want to save someone, just like you,"

Cheng Jin said, "Didn't you already rescue Cousin Aqi? Where is she?"

"I... I won't betray her! Don't even think about insulting her!"

Fang Yirong took another step back, but her legs went weak, she lost her footing, and fell to the ground. The injury from before was still throbbing with pain, and the wound on her head was still dripping blood.

“My cousin Aqi has long since forgiven me. You can ask her if you don’t believe me. She said that as long as I reform, she’s willing to serve me for life. After I rescued my sister and the others, I reformed.”

Cheng Jin said, extending a hand. “Come on, let me help you.”

“Pah! I don’t need your kindness! I don’t believe you!”

Fang Yirong said, struggling to get up.

“Hehe, if you don’t believe me, fine. That bastard official knew I had a deep grudge against Zhao the old thief, it must have been you who told him, right? Heh, you exposed my secrets and caused me a lot of trouble. I should get my revenge.”

Cheng Jin said.

“Get revenge? Haha!”

Fang Yirong laughed loudly. “Aren’t you still here perfectly fine? What have I avenged?”

“If Luo Can didn’t know that the Dragon God Gang was about to erupt in internal strife, he might not have had the guts to annihilate us! He actually dared to openly capture our brothers, both inside and outside the city, one by one without making a sound, knowing that we couldn’t do anything to him… hehe!”

Cheng Jin said.

"Forget about that. Anyway, we're all in this together now. I saved you just to have another ally. I don't have the mind to mess with you right now. Even if I did, I wouldn't."

Cheng Jin sighed.

"I won't believe you! The moment I saw this place, I..."

Fang Yirong, too weak to stand, sat on the ground and said fiercely. Cheng

Jin looked around and realized they had run into the East Forest again. This was the place where he had captured Fang Yirong.

"Hehe, who told you to be so beautiful..."

Cheng Jin laughed.

Just then, soft footsteps came from afar.

"Shh..."

Cheng Jin helped Fang Yirong behind a tree and held his breath. A figure staggered towards them from a distance, getting closer and closer—it was Aqi!

"Why is she running so slowly? Why is she lagging behind us?"

Cheng Jin thought to himself.

"Aqi, run! This villain is going to hurt you..."

Fang Yirong suddenly shouted.

"Don't be afraid, it's me, Cousin Qi!"

Cheng Jin called after her.

Aqi stopped in her tracks, stunned for a moment, and then saw two figures emerge from behind the tree.

"Sister Rong..."

she cried, rushing towards her, "Are you...are you alright?"

"She's alright, and I'm alright too," Cheng Jin said

with a smile.

"Was it...was it him who rescued you?"

Aqi glanced at Cheng Jin and asked Fang Yirong.

"Yes...I guess so..."

Fang Yirong replied.

Seeing that Fang Yirong's head was still bleeding, Aqi quickly tore off a piece of her clothing to bandage her wound.

"Aqi, it's good that you're alright. I...let's leave this place...I...I'm a little scared..."

Fang Yirong recalled her harrowing experience in Suzhou, still feeling lingering fear.

Aqi shook her head: "My mother is still in that wicked prefect's hands, how...how can I abandon her? Besides, what did I come to Suzhou for? It was to save her, I can't..."

Fang Yirong fell silent. Cheng Jin said, "Don't worry, Cousin Qi, I will definitely rescue your mother, and my sister too..."

Aqi glared at him and cried, "It's all your fault! It's all your fault! If you had taken us back to Wuchang earlier... you..."

She wiped away her tears.

Cheng Jin lowered his head and remained silent. After a long while, he sighed, "Yes, it's my fault. Alas!"

"If I hadn't been so greedy for the power and beauty of the Dragon God Gang, if I had listened to my aunt..."

Cheng Jin thought to himself, "My aunt and sister wouldn't have had to suffer again, Ling'er... Ling'er wouldn't have had to give herself to someone while heavily pregnant... give herself to someone... Mother wouldn't have died, wouldn't have died!"

Tears welled up in his eyes.

"I...I really am a bastard! An idiot and a bastard! That bastard Luo Can was clearly ready to destroy me, and I was still smugly thinking I was right! I'm the one who ruined them! It's my fault!"

"Why didn't I listen to my aunt? Otherwise, our family would be happily living a carefree life in Wuchang! I could have started over and become my Murong Gongzi again! I did so many bad things, is this retribution? Or is God playing a trick on me?"

Cheng Jin pounded his head, crying uncontrollably.

"It's my fault! I'm a bastard! I was bewitched!"

he cried.

Fang Yirong and Aqi looked at each other. Fang Yirong coldly said, "If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? You deserve your retribution, but why drag innocent relatives into this? You..."

She spoke with great satisfaction, about to continue, when Aqi quickly covered her mouth and whispered, "Cousin Jin, regret is useless now. Let's think about how to save them..."

Cheng Jin sighed deeply and gritted his teeth, "If I don't rescue Aunt, Sister, and... and Ling'er, I swear I'm not a human being!"

Fang Yirong chuckled, "I think even if you risk your life, you might not be able to..."

Aqi interrupted, "Who is Ling'er? Isn't she the daughter of that old scoundrel Zhao who married you? She... she... her family has caused us all this trouble." "Why are you still thinking about her?"

Cheng Jin sighed and muttered, "It was her father's fault, it has nothing to do with her. She's so young, she doesn't know martial arts, and she doesn't know how bad things her father and husband have done outside. Alas, she's so pitiful, and she's carrying my child... She's been so good to me, I can't abandon her... I... I... I'm not a heartless person..."

Fang Yirong sneered, "Very well, you're so kind and righteous..."

Aqi tugged at her sleeve and said, "Sister Rong..."

Fang Yirong said, "Haven't you seen what he looks like when he's doing evil? Hehe, how did he treat me? He..."

Her face flushed, and she stopped talking.

Cheng Jin glanced at her and said seriously, "Miss Fang, I was wrong to you before. After I rescue my aunt and the others, you can do whatever you want with them, I won't even bat an eye!"

Fang Yirong sneered twice, stared at him, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Aqi quickly smoothed things over, saying, "Alright, alright, let's not talk about that anymore. It's so cold here! Let's find a place to rest first!"

Cheng Jin then said, "We can't go to the Zhao residence, let's go to the old house."

Aqi asked, "What old house?"

Fang Yirong said, "It's..."

Her face flushed red, and she said, "That place is too filthy, I won't go."

Cheng Jin sighed, "Don't worry, I won't offend you again. We're both wanted criminals now, let's hide somewhere for now!"

Aqi also hurriedly helped to persuade her, and finally convinced Fang Yirong to reluctantly agree to go to the old house. Cheng Jin walked ahead, with Aqi and Fang Yirong supporting each other as they slowly walked forward.

Suddenly, Cheng Jin, who was walking in front, jolted violently and lurched to the right. Fang Yirong and Aqi, not knowing what had happened, quickly followed.

Chapter 73, Vowing to Enter the Tiger Mountain,

they found Cheng Jin sitting on the ground, lost in thought. In front of him was a large pit, with piles of excavated soil around it, and a wooden sign leaning askew to the side.

"What's wrong?"

Aqi asked.

Cheng Jin seemed not to hear her and burst into tears. Suddenly, he straightened up, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed repeatedly towards the large pit, crying, "Mother! Your son is unfilial, it's all my fault. I've made it so you can't even die in peace..." His

head hit the ground with a loud thud.

Fang Yirong sneered, "Go ahead and bang your head against the ground, then see how you'll save people!"

Cheng Jin froze, kneeling there, at a loss for what to do.

Aqi rushed over and saw the five large characters "Tomb of Yang Xiaoling" written on the wooden plaque. She exclaimed, "So... so Auntie is already dead! You... you lied to us... how could this be..."

Cheng Jin stood there blankly, muttering, "Dead... dead... I'm stupid, it's my fault. Why did I put up this lousy plaque! Did I want people to know my mother was buried here?"

Suddenly, he jumped up and kicked the wooden plaque into several pieces.

"Who! Who! Who stole my mother!"

Cheng Jin shouted, "She... she's already dead, why won't you leave her alone? Haven't you insulted her enough?"

Tears streamed down his face as he pounded his fists and feet against a large tree beside him.

“Crying won’t help, let’s think of something!”

Fang Yirong said. Seeing Cheng Jin’s state, she couldn’t bear to tease him any further.

“Sister Rong is right, let’s think of something…”

Aqi advised.

“What’s there to think of? I’m going to kill Luo Can!”

Cheng Jin roared. But his outburst was useless. Aqi and Fang Yirong persuaded him to calm down a bit and go to the old house to rest first.

All three of them were injured and exhausted. Once they arrived at the old house, they each found a place to rest. Cheng Jin, however, couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned, his heart pounding. One moment he was blaming himself, the next he was gritting his teeth. He finally made it to dawn.

After two days without sunshine, the sun finally peeked out, and the weather was slightly warmer. The three of them disguised themselves and quietly slipped into the city.

Walking on the streets of the city, they sensed something was off. Every now and then, someone would rush past them with an excited look on their face and hurried steps.

The three exchanged a glance, nodded, and mingled with the crowd, making their way to a small square in the city center.

This place was originally a market town, surrounded by shops and taverns, where operas and variety shows were frequently performed. During festivals and holidays, it was always packed with people, a bustling hub of activity. Today, however, it seemed to be some unknown occasion, attracting a large crowd of onlookers who had already completely blocked the nearby streets and alleys.

The three turned a corner, only to find themselves surrounded by a dense mass of onlookers, making it difficult to get close. In the center of the square stood a tall flagpole, with something seemingly hanging from it.

Cheng Jin said, "Forget it, we need to focus on our business and see if we can sneak into the government offices. Let's not get involved in other people's business."

He quietly slipped out of the crowd and approached the government offices. However, they found that a large number of soldiers had already surrounded the area, heavily guarded, leaving no room to slip through.

"It's all to save you, you little wench!"

Cheng Jin glared at Fang Yirong. "Now we've alerted the enemy!"

"Heh heh!"

Fang Yirong sneered.

"Still laughing!"

Cheng Jin roared. "How are we supposed to save them now? Tell me!"

"How should I know?"

Fang Yirong ignored him.

" Stop

arguing," Aqi said. "It looks like the government has posted a notice over there. Let's go take a look."

The notice read: "The Dragon God Gang has rebelled and caused chaos. They have been wiped out, but the leader, Cheng Jin, and others have escaped. Anyone who brings Cheng Jin's head as a reward will be rewarded with one hundred taels of gold. Anyone who reports the whereabouts of the thieves will be rewarded with fifty taels of silver. All the thieves' families have been detained and are awaiting their fate. Cheng Jin's mother is dead. Her body will be displayed for three days starting today as a warning to others! This is hereby announced!"

A small portrait of Cheng Jin was sketched on the notice. A large group of people gathered around to look at it, discussing it animatedly.

"Hmph! The Dragon God Gang has committed countless evils, and now they've finally met their end!"

"Shh! Didn't you see that bandit leader is still on the run? If he hears this, he's dead!"

"Pah! That thief is barely able to protect himself, who's there to be afraid of?"

"Sigh, anyway, it's best to be careful..."

"This is the retribution for evil deeds! Doing bad things not only means your pregnant wife will be forced to have sex in public, but even your dead mother will be stripped naked and left to rot in public! This is called making an example of others..."

Cheng Jin's vision blurred, and he almost rushed forward to beat the two talkative guys. Aqi and Fang Yirong held him back tightly.

"Hold on, don't be rash!"

Aqi said.

"Oh no, that...that square..."

Suddenly remembering the two men's discussion, the thing hanging on the flagpole did indeed look like a person. Cheng Jin's face turned deathly pale, he cried out, and turned to rush out.

"Don't do anything rash...bear...bear it..."

Aqi and Fang Yirong desperately held him back. "Let's think this through. Don't act rashly, don't act rashly!"

"Huff...huff...huff..."

Cheng Jin gasped for breath, forcibly suppressing his anger.

"Luo Can is clearly trying to lure you into a trap. The moment you show yourself, you'll fall for it. There are definitely experts surrounding that square. You don't need to die like this to die."

Fang Yirong said.

"But what do we do now? What do we do?"

Cheng Jin murmured, completely flustered. "Are we just going to let them publicly humiliate my mother and Ling'er? I wonder who else is in the square? Where are my sister and aunt?"

Aqi also panicked at the mention of Yang Xiangling, eager to see what was going on.

"My mother is already dead, and they still want to find ways to humiliate her like this..."

Cheng Jin thought, and tears fell again. "And Ling'er, she's so weak, how can she bear it? No, I must save her..."

Just as he was gritting his teeth, Fang Yirong gently tugged at his clothes, and the three of them turned around and squeezed towards the square.

The closer Cheng Jin got, the colder he felt. The person on the flagpole in the square became clearer.

It was his mother, it really was his mother! His mother was hanging there, completely naked!

Cheng Jin suppressed his grief, suppressing the urge to beat up the lewd onlookers who were staring at the corpse.

Why did everyone enjoy desecrating his mother's body? She was like this in life, and why is she still like this in death? His enemies were like this, and why was even his own son like this?

Aqi tightly gripped his trembling hand, squeezing his palm hard. "Don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive!"

Cheng Jin shouted to himself.

Yang Xiaoling's hair was tied up in a ponytail, her snow-white breasts having lost their luster. The dagger that had pierced her heart had stopped bleeding. But a huge red carrot was still inserted into her shaved pubic area. Blood dripped down her thighs, a horrifying sight.

Blood also dripped in Cheng Jin's heart; tears streamed down his face.

"Mother... Mother..."

Aqi cried out in her heart.

Below the flagpole, a woman knelt on the ground, her hands and feet bound to the ground, her bruised and swollen buttocks raised high, her naked body attracting the lustful gazes of the surrounding onlookers.

The woman turned her head with difficulty, looking upwards. Behind her, a man was raping her, pressing down on her waist.

Her brows were furrowed, her eyes brimming with tears. Blood dripping from Yang Xiaoling's body from the flagpole fell around her. Her heart ached as she gazed sadly at her sister's corpse above.

She was, of course, Yang Xiangling. While her sister's naked body was displayed in the square, she had been dragged to the foot of the flagpole and gang-raped in public.

"What to do? What to do?"

Aqi cried softly, "Cousin Jin, think of something to save my mother..."

"Where's my sister? Where's my sister?"

Cheng Jin's eyes searched. He didn't find Yan'er. He didn't know whether to feel fortunate or unfortunate. Fortunate because seeing his sister meant a glimmer of hope to save her; unfortunate because how could he bear to see his sister being publicly humiliated again?

Cheng Jin didn't find his sister, but he discovered behind his mother, on the other side of the flagpole, another naked body hanging—a heavily pregnant naked body.

"Ling'er..."

Cheng Jin's blood boiled.

Zhao Shuangling's head hung low, her delicate face streaked with tears. She was now a female rebel, pregnant with the illegitimate child of a wanted criminal, hung here by the authorities as a warning to others. One of her legs was bound at the knee and pulled upwards, exposing her ravaged vulva. "Whoosh!"

A rotten egg flew, hitting her genitals precisely, yolk and white splattering everywhere, making a mess of her lower body.

Cheng Jin's head was buzzing, his face flushed red, no one knew if it was from shame, anxiety, or anger. He only felt his heart and lungs churning violently, his body alternating between hot and cold, as if he were about to explode. Fang Yirong alertly tugged at his sleeve, but he didn't notice.

One rotten egg and tomato after another flew towards Zhao Shuangling's snow-white flesh, some hitting their target accurately, others missing their mark but striking Yang Xiaoling's corpse on the back. Regardless of the accuracy of the aim, the cheers and laughter of the surrounding crowd rose and fell. No one saw Zhao Shuangling's trembling and tears, no one cared about the inner anguish of this humiliated woman, and no one paid attention to her innocence, except for Cheng Jin.

"Ah!"

Cheng Jin suddenly shouted, leaping into the air. With a swift stroke of his sword, the ropes suspending the two bodies from the top of the flagpole snapped, and the corpses of Zhao Shuangling and Yang Xiaoling plummeted to the ground.

Cheng Jin was prepared. In mid-air, he clasped his hands together, catching his mother and wife securely. Using the momentum, he pushed off the flagpole, somersaulted in the air, and leaped back into the dense crowd. Without even calling out to Fang Yirong and Aqi, he used the heads on the ground as springboards, and in a few leaps, he was already outside the arena.

The turn of events happened too quickly. Before the soldiers guarding the square and the experts mixed in with the crowd could even react, Cheng Jin had already turned and disappeared into a small alley. The soldiers erupted in chaos, shouting and yelling, and the square was thrown into disarray. One group of soldiers chased after Cheng Jin, while another group scattered in all directions, trying to intercept him.

"What impressive skills!"

Fang Yirong secretly praised.

"Impressive what! He...he...he...he only cares about the dead and Zhao the scoundrel's daughter, he doesn't care about my mother..."

Aqi jumped up and down anxiously.

"Hehe, your mother needs you to save her...he's already drawn away most of the soldiers..."

Fang Yirong whispered. Cheng Jin's actions were indeed driven by impulse, but in this situation, it did give them an opportunity to save Yang Xiangling.

"But..."

Aqi was about to say something more when she suddenly heard someone speak beside her.

"Lord Li's plan was brilliant! Cheng Jin really did come out to surrender. Let's chase after him!"

"What's the rush! Let's wait for Lao Luo's men to chase after him, then we'll sneak up and ambush him. We'll capture him without him noticing, and that'll be a huge achievement... haha!"

"Lord Lü is absolutely right! Let's hurry, lest someone else steal the credit..."

Fang Yirong waited until the two men were far away before whispering, "Wait a little longer, until all the experts have gone after Cheng Jin, and only a few lowly soldiers are left here. Then we'll act accordingly. Hehe! Go find a horse and wait for me at the city gate!"

Aqi said, "Hmm! But... but he... he's in danger, with so many people attacking him from both sides..."

Cheng Jin, carrying his wife in one hand and his mother's corpse in the other, fled desperately through the streets and alleys. The pursuers shouted and chased after him, but fortunately, there were too many people on the street, and the large number of soldiers were blocked by the crowd, so they couldn't get close.

Cheng Jin turned at every intersection he saw, choosing to run through alleys. Just as he reached a bend, someone suddenly attacked him, striking him in the chest with a palm. Cheng Jin was holding people in both arms and couldn't free himself to

defend himself. In desperation, he braked abruptly, leaping into the air and deflecting the attack with his foot. He didn't even have time to see what the attacker looked like before using the momentum to fly onto a rooftop, landing in another alley after a few leaps. He could still hear the distant shouts surrounding him; he felt surrounded. Cheng Jin hid under the eaves of a house, drenched in sweat. His mother's body in his arms was limp and cold; she had been dead for nearly ten days, her skin devoid of any luster. Cheng Jin felt a pang of sorrow, and tears welled up in his eyes. Zhao Shuangling, however, was gazing at him softly with wide eyes.

"Don't worry, Ling'er, I will definitely get you out of here..."

Cheng Jin gently kissed his wife's forehead.

“No…don’t worry about me…husband…they…they want to harm you…I…I’ll be a burden to you…”

Zhao Shuangling said weakly. Having been tortured in the square, Zhao Shuangling, already extremely weak, was on the verge of collapse.

“I…”

Cheng Jin knew she was right. Escaping alone was extremely difficult, let alone caring for a naked and defenseless person and corpse; they were indeed too conspicuous.

The pursuers’ footsteps seemed to be getting closer. Cheng Jin took a deep breath, noticing that the door behind him seemed half-open. He said, “Alright then, Ling’er, you stay with my mother and hide in this family’s house for a while. I’ll come back for you later. If they find you, beg them to take you in temporarily…” He

gently pushed open the door and placed Zhao Shuangling and her mother’s corpse inside.

“Ling’er, be good, I’ll come for you…”

Cheng Jin forced a smile at Shuangling, gritted his teeth, stepped back, bolted the door, and leaped onto the roof.

"He's there!"

Unexpectedly, someone on a distant rooftop spotted Cheng Jin immediately.

Without a word, Cheng Jin took off running, leaping from one house's rooftop to another, then finding an opening, he jumped down to the ground and fled through the streets and alleys.

The sounds of pursuit echoed in his ears, but Cheng Jin was getting further and further away from Zhao Shuangling's hiding place.

74. A Glimpse into the Mortal World

"Ling'er should be safe now, right? All the people from that area should have been lured here, right?"

Cheng Jin pondered. "I'd better find a place to hide first..."

He noticed a high wall on one side of the alley he was in, and without hesitation, leaped over it.

As soon as he entered, Cheng Jin realized something was wrong. The surrounding scenery seemed somewhat familiar, and he could vaguely see soldiers moving about ahead. In his panic, he had run into the government office again.

The pursuers outside the wall had arrived, their voices clearly audible through the wall.

"Where's the thief? Could he have run into the government office?"

"He wouldn't dare, would he? Tell the people inside to be careful, we'll search elsewhere..."

Cheng Jin knew the government office would be heavily guarded, and thought, "Since they're suspicious, I should find a safe place in the government office and hide for a while."

Seizing an opportunity, he watched as the patrol team passed by in the corridor, and with a "whoosh," he darted through the window into the nearest room.

Upon entering the room, Cheng Jin inwardly cried out in alarm. It turned out to be a large, open hall, likely Luo Can's reception room or something similar. There were no partitions, not even a screen, only a small table and a few chairs.

The footsteps outside grew increasingly hurried and frequent; he didn't know when the door would open.

Retreating again was too risky. In a moment of panic, Cheng Jin remembered how his mother had hidden him behind a plaque in a moment of crisis. Looking up, he saw a plaque hanging directly above the hall. Without even reading what it said, he leaped and landed lightly behind it, hiding himself completely. Soon after, people pushed open the door and entered, quickly filling the hall. Cheng Jin cried out in relief, holding his breath and daring not to move.

Lu Yingqi, leading a fast horse, waited anxiously at the city gate. The gate was already half-closed, with dozens of soldiers guarding it to prevent prisoners from escaping.

"Will Sister Rong be able to save Mother? Why is there still no news?"

Thinking of her mother's humiliation, Aqi blushed, filled with resentment and anxiety.

"Cousin Jin..."

She seemed to be thinking of him unconsciously. "Can he escape? So many people are chasing him, he...he...he...no, he's so capable, he should escape...he should..."

A commotion arose in the distance. Aqi looked around, but still couldn't see Fang Yirong or her mother.

"Has Sister Rong made a move? The experts in the square should have been distracted, right? If she can save Mother, then...that would be wonderful. We could live happily ever after, without worrying about the world...it would be best...it would be best if Cousin Jin...Cousin Jin could save Cousin Yan'er too...then...then..."

"Then he'll definitely want me to serve him for the rest of my life...should I agree?"

Thinking this, Aqi blushed again. She already knew the answer in her heart.

But she couldn't continue thinking; Aqi saw Fang Yirong! Sister Rong seemed to be carrying someone on her back, wielding a sword she had stolen from somewhere in her right hand. She was displaying extraordinary lightness skills, leaping over the crowds thronging the streets, galloping from afar.

"Catch the traitor! Catch the traitor!"

The shouts grew louder and louder, and the guards at the city gate were poised to attack.

"Close the gate!"

Without hesitation, Aqi leaped onto her horse and charged into the ranks of the guards at the gate.

A sword to the left, a sword to the right—the stolen swords, though not of high quality, were enough to inflict considerable damage on the soldiers at the gate. Before the gate could even close, two soldiers closing it had already lost limbs, screaming as they fell into pools of blood.

The horse was covered in blood—horse blood, enemy blood, and Aqi's own blood.

Fang Yirong had arrived. She was also covered in blood, whose blood it was, she didn't know.

In the midst of the chaos, Aqi glanced back. Yes, it was her mother! Sister Rong had indeed rescued her mother!

Yang Xiangling's head slumped on Fang Yirong's shoulder. She was still naked, still barely clinging to life. But she was indeed breathing; her dazed eyes darted around, and soon she spotted her daughter.

"Sister Rong, mount your horse!"

Aqi shouted.

Fang Yirong took a deep breath, leaping through the hail of swords and spears, soaring over the heads of dozens of soldiers, and landing precisely on the horse's back.

Another blow struck the horse's rump. Aqi loosened the reins, and the horse shot off like an arrow, carrying the three wounded women, disappearing into the distance.

"Mother...Mother...Are you alright...Are you really alright?"

Aqi cried with joy.

"I...I'm alright...Where's Xiaojin?"

Yang Xiangling asked, her voice trembling.

“We can’t control him now,”

Fang Yirong said. “We’re lucky we escaped… Besides, even if we wanted to help him, we couldn’t…”

“Where are we going? If Xiao Jin gets out, where will he find us?”

Yang Xiangling turned around, looking at the Suzhou city that was no longer visible behind them.

“He…he…he will find us…Giddy up! Giddy up!”

Aqi held back her tears. She knew that they couldn’t stay in Luo Can’s territory for even a moment. She whipped her already wounded horse hard.

The horse used all its strength to gallop forward along the road. Behind the horse, dust flew up, obscuring half the sky. Ahead of the horse was an endless road.

Where did the road lead? Lu Yingqi, who was whipping the horse, didn’t know, Fang Yirong didn’t know, and Yang Xiangling didn’t know either.

They only knew that they had finally escaped this land that had humiliated them and made them want to never look back.

That was enough. Did it matter where they were going?

Cheng Jin had no idea what lay ahead; he couldn't see anything.

He only heard voices below; it was Luo Can speaking.

"Hehe, Cheng Jin has indeed shown himself! Lord Li's plan is brilliant!"

"The city is now swarming with soldiers; this fellow can't escape even if he grows wings, haha!"

Cheng Jin recognized the voice of that Lord Li.

"Thanks to Lord Li's help, His Majesty will surely be delighted with the annihilation of the Dragon God Gang and the Taihu Gang. I... haha... haha..."

"Haha... haha... Lord Luo's promotion and fortune are just around the corner. I congratulate you in advance! Haha! Especially for acquiring so many stunning beauties from the Dragon God Gang and the Taihu Gang, haha! I wonder what Lord Luo plans to do with them?"

"Well... let's just treat them all as family members of rebels, then we can do whatever we want with them, haha!"

"However, family members of rebels are sent to the brothels... Lord Luo, don't you... hehe!"

"Lord Li means... haha, which woman has Lord Li taken a fancy to? Just say the word."

"Last time, Lord Luo already promised me that little chick who sucks dicks, how could I possibly accept that..."

"Lord Li, don't be so polite... how about that Yang Xiangling? Haha!"

“This…that woman is quite tough, haha, I really like her…”

Suddenly, hurried footsteps rushed in from outside the door, and someone said, “Reporting to the lord, that…that traitor and his accomplices…they…the woman surnamed Yang who was being punished has been rescued…”

“Bastard!”

Luo Can cursed, "Chase them! A bunch of good-for-nothings!"

He turned to Lord Li and smiled, "My men are really... hehe, I'm

sorry to have made you laugh, sir..." "It's alright, the rebels are cunning and we must be careful... that woman surnamed Yang isn't an important character, capturing Cheng Jin is the important thing!"

"Yes! I've laid a net, even if Cheng Jin has three heads and six arms, he won't escape my grasp... Haha! It seems Lord Li is quite interested in those Yang sisters, don't you want Yang Xiaoling's daughter? That woman's looks are truly undeniable..."

"Hehe, didn't Lord Luo already promise that woman to that servant boy? A gentleman doesn't take what others desire. Besides, hehe, that girl is beautiful, but she's weak and listless, you can play with her and that's it, she's not as interesting as Zhao Kunhua's eldest daughter, haha!"

"Hehe, don't bother with that servant boy... what does Lord Li mean?"

"What's Zhao Kunhua's eldest daughter's name again? On the surface, she's all obedient and submissive, letting everyone do whatever they want. But the way I look at her, haha, it's hilarious! It's like she wants to devour everyone who's been playing with her! Interesting, just my type!"

"If Lord Li likes her, then take her! It's that slut's good fortune to have Lord Li take a liking to her, haha! Poor mother and two younger sisters, they'll have to be sent to the brothel to be ridden and trampled by thousands! Hahaha! Zhao Kunhua was once so arrogant, if he knew his wife and daughters would end up like this... hahaha! Hahaha!"

He laughed wildly, extremely pleased with himself.

"Oh? Send them all away? Lord Luo doesn't even keep one or two for himself..."

There was another burst of hurried footsteps outside, and someone shouted from afar, "Lord Luo... Lord Luo... I want to see Lord Luo..."

It was Hu Zi's voice! Cheng Jin's heart skipped a beat.

"What are you shouting about!"

Luo Can said coldly, seeing Hu Zi running out of breath.

"I beg Lord Luo to spare my young master's life... Lord Luo promised me..."

Tiger kowtowed.

"Heh heh, your young master? Who's your young master? What did I promise you? I don't remember. Get out!"

"My lord said... said that as long as I reveal the inside story of the Dragon God Gang, Lord Luo can spare a few lives, and as long as my young master surrenders, he can be spared... Otherwise, if the government goes to fight, they'll kill everyone..."

Tiger stammered, his kowtows resounding loudly.

Cheng Jin, behind the plaque, gritted his teeth in hatred: "So it really was you who betrayed me! No wonder the government dared to attack the mountain so easily!"

He thought to himself that this kid was incredibly stupid, actually believing what Luo Can said!

"Heh heh! Has the rebel surrendered yet?"

"This... I beg my lord to show mercy..."

Tiger just kowtowed.

"What else did my lord promise?"

Luo Can asked coldly.

"Lord Luo...agreed...to give...the young master...the woman to me..."

Cheng Jin was furious and immediately understood who the servant that Lord Li had mentioned was who Luo Can had promised Yan'er to. He gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger.

"Hmph! The woman you wanted has already been given to you, what are you still babbling about! Don't think you can't take down the Dragon God Gang without your master! You dare to bargain with your master? Get out!"

"But...but..."

"Get out! Don't provoke the master!"

"Please, master..."

Hu Zi kept kowtowing.

"Guards! Drag him away! If he dares to babble again, chop off his head!"

Luo Can shouted, "If it weren't for the fact that you helped the master a little, ten heads wouldn't be enough for you!"

Hu Zi was still crying and begging loudly, but his hands were grabbed on both sides and dragged out, and with a "bang," he was thrown heavily outside the door.

"Hehe!"

Lord Li laughed, "If this lad hadn't known Cheng Jin's temperament so well, it wouldn't have been easy to come up with this way to lure him out, haha!"

"Pah! What is that lad? He thinks he can boss me around with a little bit of merit? Hehe!"

"And Lord Luo even rewarded him with such a beautiful woman? If it were me, I'd chop off his dog's head, no big deal."

"Hehe, giving him a little treat is just to show the other servants, to make them loyal and work for me. Those things and women are just temporarily stored with him, haha! This lad is in my hands. Whenever I'm unhappy, I can take them back!" Cheng Jin

was full of resentment, thinking, "That traitor Hu Zi actually betrayed me to get my sister! Now he's being treated like a dog by Lord Luo? I don't see any good ending for him.

" "Haha! He says he wants to be in charge, what kind of in charge is that? In charge, in charge, go to hell!"

Cheng Jin thought through gritted teeth.

“But my sister is in his hands! Hmm, it’s better with this brat than with Luo Can. It’ll be much easier for me to rescue her.”

Cheng Jin secretly planned how to save her after he escaped. “I’ll teach this traitor a lesson then!”

he thought.

In the hall, another soldier came to report that the rebel Cheng Jin had fled to the vicinity of the government office and disappeared. He wondered if he had managed to sneak in, and asked the magistrate to be careful. The brothers outside the government office had already surrounded the area, and the rebel should be captured soon.

“Heh heh, if he really dares to sneak in, then he’s really walking into a trap!”

Magistrate Li sneered.

“Magistrate Zhang is worried that the rebel is taking innocent civilians hostage…”

the soldier said.

“Tell Magistrate Zhang that he must capture the rebel no matter what. Live or dead! Tell him to act as he sees fit,”

Luo Can said.

After the soldier left, Lord Li laughed, "Hehe, now anyone who gets caught by Cheng Jin is just out of luck!"

Luo Can laughed, "If he dares to just grab someone off the street to threaten us, that's courting death! Who's afraid of him! Haha!"

"Hehe!"

Cheng Jin sneered inwardly, "If I wanted to threaten you, I'd naturally grab someone you care about. Just grab some commoner? Do you think I really think you're a benevolent official who loves the people?"

At this thought, he suddenly felt a surge of joy, thinking to himself, "Luo Can, Luo Can, aren't you reminding me how to escape? Hehe, you seem to cherish your two daughters very much..."

Thinking of Luo Can's two beautiful twin daughters, Cheng Jin already had a plan.

"But... but the government office is so big, where are those two girls hiding?"

Cheng Jin pondered.

The conversation in the hall seemed to stop for a moment. After a while, Luo Can said, "Everyone, go out. Be careful and don't let Cheng Jin sneak in without us noticing. Lord Li, how about I accompany you to see those beauties? Haha!"

Lord Li laughed loudly, "Haha! It's Lord Luo who wants to go see them, isn't it?"

The two officials laughed and joked. After a series of chaotic footsteps in the hall, the sound of a door closing followed. Cheng Jin quietly peeked out and saw that the area below was indeed empty. He had been hiding behind the plaque for a long time, feeling extremely suffocated. He then lightly leaped down, landing silently on his toes.

Just as Cheng Jin was pondering how to sneak out of the hall to find Luo Can's daughter, the door was suddenly kicked open with a bang, and Luo Can's long laugh echoed from outside. Cheng Jin cursed inwardly, "Oh no!" Before he could dodge, a large group of soldiers poured in, wielding swords and spears, surrounding him. Chapter

75: Hellfire "Haha! You have quite the nerve, daring to escape here?" Luo Can stood far away outside the door, laughing loudly. "My life is over!" Cheng Jin felt a pang of pain in his heart. A bloody battle was inevitable. "I can't die! How can I die at the hands of this bastard Luo Can?" Cheng Jin cried out in his heart. His body moved with lightning speed, attacking a soldier on the right. His palm struck, a scream rang out, and a red-tasseled spear was in Cheng Jin's hand. "Go!" Luo Can shouted. A sword from the left slashed diagonally downwards towards his waist; a spear from the right was poised to thrust upwards, aiming straight for his throat. Cheng Jin tilted his head back, parrying a sword from the left with his spear, and kicked away a thrusting spear. " I can't die here!" Cheng Jin deflected a fist aimed at his chest with a palm strike, brandishing his red-tasseled spear and forcing back the swordsmen surrounding him from behind. The swordsmen on his left were no threat, the spearmen on his right were clumsy, and those in front and behind were all mediocre. "Heh heh, these guys think they can capture me?" The main gate was packed, and Lord Li was still guarding it. That guy was tough; I couldn't fight him head-on. The windows were all closed, but they couldn't withstand a kick from me! I spotted an opening and burst out of the window! Cheng Jin swept his spear, and seven or eight men fell to the ground. But why were those guys standing there with their arms crossed by the windows? Were they watching the fight from the sidelines? Were they the real experts? Hmm, the second one on the right seems to be the guy who knocked Rong Nu down in half a move yesterday. That guy is not easy to deal with; I'd better break through from the left! Cheng Jin kicked a man in the head, sending him flying through the air without a sound, his body knocking down a group of his comrades. After breaking through, they needed to capture Lao Luo's daughter as a hostage as quickly as possible! Why weren't those guys making a move? Cheng Jin forced the soldiers on his left back a step with his spear, feinted to the right, touched the ground with the tip of his spear, and leaped into the air, aiming straight for the guard by the left window! " I'm putting all my strength into this palm strike; that man definitely can't withstand it. After knocking him down, I'll immediately break through the window, and no one will have time to intercept me! " "Bang!" The two palms collided. In a flash, the two men guarding the man's left and right were incredibly fast, already upon him. With the force of the palms clashing, the man coughed up blood, but didn't fall. His two companions had already attacked. "Bang bang bang!" Cheng Jin retreated three steps. What powerful palm strikes! I can't beat either of them in a one-on-one fight, but what if the people by the window are all about as skilled as him? The man in green has incredibly fast palm strikes, while the man in black has powerful, deep strikes. Cheng Jin dodged a palm strike from the right, feigned an attack on his left abdomen, retreated, and used his spear to repel three sneak attacks from behind. I can't die here! But there are too many of them! "Hiss!" Cheng Jin pierced the shoulder of the man in green with his spear, then retaliated with a palm strike against the man in black. Powerful! My heart feels like it's pounding. But the man in black is spitting out blood. Heh heh, I'm still the best! It's a bit chilly behind me! The feeling of a blade. Cheng Jin shouted and swung his spear back, striking the attacker in the waist, who screamed and fell to the ground. But there was blood on his blade—my blood! My back hurts a bit. But it's alright, the wound isn't deep, I'll still get out of here. The window on the left is now undefended; I need to get out quickly! "A cornered beast's struggle, why bother? Just offer your neck and behead it!" Lord Li laughed heartily, directing his soldiers to continue the encirclement. "Don't even think about it!" Cheng Jin shouted. Surrender? Absolutely not! My sister and Ling'er are waiting for me to rescue them! How can I die here like a coward? Cheng Jin whirled his spear with all his might, forcing the soldiers to keep their distance. But this wasn't a long-term solution. Soon, Cheng Jin felt his back ache, his arms go weak, and his lower abdomen throb. "How did I become so weak?" A thought flashed through Cheng Jin's mind. "You're out of strength, you've been playing with too many women. Haha! Just wait to die!" Lord Li smiled slightly, stepping closer. This guy is difficult to deal with; I can't fight him head-on! I should run! Forcing my way in from the left is too dangerous now; they've already closed the gap. But I can't worry about that now! Cheng Jin roared, thrusting his spear straight at Lord Li's chest. With a sudden outstretched arm, the spear flew from his hand like an arrow, aiming for Lord Li's heart. Once the spear was gone, Cheng Jin ignored what lay ahead, leaping into the air, disregarding the swords and spears aimed at him from the ground, and lunging towards the window on his left. A sharp pain shot through his right leg, as if cut by a sword; his left shoulder ached even more, the tip of a spear already piercing his flesh an inch deep. But as long as he could break through the window, these injuries were nothing. The man in front of him had already extended his palm, preparing to clash with me; another man on his right had leaped up, kicking at me. This kick was easy to dodge, no need to worry about it. After our palm strike, even if I suffered a minor injury, I had to break through the window immediately. "Bang!" Palm strike. Why was my palm strike so much weaker? This man wasn't stronger than the previous one! Even with just a minor injury, how had my martial arts deteriorated so much? Why? Why? Had I really indulged in too much pleasure? Cheng Jin felt as if he had been struck by a giant bell in the chest, almost suffocating him. One of his arms went limp, and he swallowed a mouthful of blood that had reached his throat. "Thump!" A flying kick struck him in the lower back, sending Cheng Jin rolling several times on the ground. " I can't die!" Stars flashed before Cheng Jin's eyes as he gritted his teeth and stood up. " I can't die! I can't let that smug little man bully my sister!" Another kick landed on his chest, and Cheng Jin staggered back several steps, throwing a punch in retaliation. " I can't die! Ling'er is still waiting for me to come get her! I can't let Ling'er fall into the hands of that scoundrel Luo Can again! I can't! I can't die! If I die, the whole world will laugh at me! Laugh at me, this idiot! Laugh at me, this useless piece of trash! If I die, I won't have the face to face anyone even as a ghost!" Cheng Jin fought back desperately. But his body was already covered in blood. His punches grew weaker with each blow. His wounds multiplied. He collapsed. He fell into a pool of blood. He had no strength left to resist; his eyes were open as he collapsed into a pool of blood. "Haha!" Luo Can strode in, laughing maniacally, stroking his beard with a smug look on his face, as if he were about to ascend the throne. "You dog!" Cheng Jin cursed hoarsely. He wanted to pounce on him and snap the bastard's neck, but he couldn't move.

He was exhausted; the blood flowing from his wounds continued to drain the last vestiges of his energy.

"Haha! Hahaha!"

Luo Can roared with laughter. "I swore an oath that Zhao Kunhua and Cheng Jin would die a horrible death. Do you know that? I swore an oath! Hahaha!"

"You…you're so vicious…"

Cheng Jin gritted his teeth, his eyes red with rage, cursing, "You bastard…"

He tried to struggle to his feet, but he couldn't move. His entire body throbbed with pain, his skin felt numb, his limbs seemed not to belong to him.

"Hehe, Lord Luo…"

Lord Li said, "Should we execute this traitor on the spot, or capture him and await execution in the autumn?"

"This…"

Luo Can hesitated, seemingly unable to decide.

Am I really going to die? Die at the hands of this dog of a Luo Can? How could this happen? How could it become like this?

I'm not afraid of death; I should have died long ago.

But why must I die like this?

I…I…I worked so hard, personally slaying my enemies and seizing a great empire. I've endured so much humiliation, yet I've survived it all. Why must I die like this now?

Mother, Aunt, tell me, why is this happening?

Shouldn't I have gone back to Wuchang a long time ago? Was I too stupid? Was I too overconfident? Did I choose to walk down a dead end when there was an obvious path to survival?

My death doesn't matter, but I don't want to die like this! Sister, Ling'er, Aunt, and Aqi, I can't abandon you all, I can't die like this!

Luo Can! Why? Why did you do this? I was doing just fine, it's all your fault, all your fault!

Cheng Jin's eyes, seemingly spitting fire, were fixed on Luo Can's face, his anger burning within him. But the anger couldn't destroy Luo Can; it only seared his own heart.

"I've come to kill him!"

A clear female voice came from outside the door. Who was it?

A beautiful woman came into view. Oh, no, a beautiful woman heavily pregnant.

Her gaze fixed on Cheng Jin, just as Cheng Jin's gaze was on Luo Can, filled with resentment, a vicious resentment.

Cheng Jin understood; he understood everything. He understood why Luo Can was so determined to kill him; he understood why the refined and cultured Prefect Luo had suddenly become a madman, a completely different person.

Cheng Jin didn't know who this woman was.

To be precise, he didn't know which of Luo Can's twin daughters this woman was. "

I...I...I only raped my younger sister, Yingbing, is it this woman? I've never slept with my older sister.

It's that old scoundrel Zhao! It's the woman that old scoundrel Zhao enjoyed, why should I take the blame?"

The woman, holding a long sword, pointed it at Cheng Jin's heart, and walked step by step from outside the door. "

Am I going to die at this woman's hands?

I, Cheng Jin, will ultimately die by a woman's sword!"

Cheng Jin closed his eyes in despair. He didn't want to look at this woman, even though she was a beautiful woman. Heh heh, he didn't want to look at beautiful women anymore.

It's just that I've let my mother down so much. Mother, I know you don't want to see your son atoning for his sins like this, but this is the only way I can atone for my sins now.

Thankfully, Auntie has been rescued by Aqi, and Ling'er has been rescued too. Ling'er is incredibly clever; she'll escape, she definitely will… it's just that she'll suffer. She will give birth to my son and raise him; my son will avenge me!

My son, twenty years from now, will hold a long sword, cut off Luo Can's head, and come to my grave to pay his respects… Haha, my son will avenge me!

Everyone held their breath, watching the woman, sword in hand, walk step by step towards Cheng Jin, who had closed his eyes to await death. In the quiet, the chaotic hall was filled with the sound of everyone breathing.

The woman seemed to be right beside him; Cheng Jin seemed to sense the cold aura of her sword.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

Another rapid footstep broke the silence.

"Reporting to the lord, that pregnant woman has been captured!"

What! Cheng Jin suddenly opened his eyes.

The woman took a step back; the thief's suddenly distorted face startled her.

"Very good! Hahaha! Whoever caught her, come and collect your reward later."

"Reporting to you, sir, it was a commoner family surnamed Qian. The two brothers found this pregnant woman hiding in their house, recognized her as a wanted criminal, and came to report."

"Haha! Very good! Reward them fifty taels of silver... uh, if they are interested in this woman, take them to the side room, and let them have their way with her, hahaha!"

"Yes, sir! But I think there's no need for a reward, they... they've already had their fun..."

"What! They dared to rape a female criminal without permission? Give them each fifty strokes of the cane, castrate them, and throw them back! Hehe, fifty taels saved."

"Yes, sir."

"And what about the dead woman surnamed Yang? Have you found her too? This corpse is useless, throw it in the street to feed the dogs."

"Yes, sir!"

Cheng Jin's face turned ashen. His previously composed expression under the sword tip was now twitching uncontrollably. His body convulsed, and his throat, which had already tasted sweet, could no longer hold back, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Blood splattered on the woman's body and face.

A hint of pity flickered in her hateful eyes. But her sword continued forward, aimed at Cheng Jin's heart, and continued forward. "

Die! Let me die! What use is my life?

I wanted to save my mother, but I killed her, I drove her to despair, and even in death she cannot escape endless humiliation.

I wanted to save my sister, but did I really save her? She merely slipped from Zhao Laozei's clutches into mine. I didn't save her, not at all. I only let her constantly change masters to torment her.

What am I doing?

I saved my aunt, but I personally framed her daughter. Rongnu should hate me, how could she not hate me? Heh heh!

Ling'er, my Ling'er, your husband is a bastard, a complete idiot, utterly useless, still unable to save you! Unable to save you!"

Cheng Jin felt all his energy drain away, a sudden, utter collapse. He knew the phrase "utter despair," but what did it mean?

Is this what I feel now?

No strength left, absolutely no strength. My hands are weak, my legs are weak, even my heart won't beat.

All my strength seems to be slipping away, drop by drop.

A chill runs through my chest. Does it hurt? No. But my strength seems to be draining away even faster.

I don't want to breathe anymore; even taking a breath is so difficult, so exhausting.

I don't want to see anything anymore; my vision is becoming increasingly blurry. That woman seems to have already plunged the sword into my body, hasn't she? She seems terrified? Haha, even more terrified than me!

I can hear many people talking around me. What are they saying? Are they laughing at me? I only hear a jumble of noise; I can't understand what they're saying. Hehe, whatever, who cares what they're saying?

Everything before my eyes was a blur of white, and I could clearly feel the energy draining away, drop by drop, from my heart.

Blood! I seemed to see blood again, so red! Hot, burning red.

No, that wasn't blood, it was fire! But why did I feel so cold?

So cold, colder than the rainy days when my mother died.

Mother! She seemed to be right in front of me, a blood-dripping dagger in her chest, speaking to me in a faint voice.

Mother, what are you saying? I can't hear you! Can you speak louder?

It seemed like Ling'er was also ahead, holding her needlework, smiling as she waited for her husband to come home…

Ling'er, I'm here! I wanted to run to her.

But Ling'er's smile vanished, her clothes suddenly disappeared, and suddenly many men appeared around her, harassing her!

Don't harass my Ling'er! No! I screamed, but I couldn't hear my own voice.

Everything around me was still red, very red, as red as blood. Was that fire? I seem to see that fire again, the fire that reduced Chunhua Gate to ashes eight years ago! It burned fiercely, engulfing my home! It

was clearly fire, slowly burning from the distant horizon. It burned the trees, burned the houses, burned everything within reach, swallowing my mother and Ling'er, and it was about to burn me!

Fire! Fire all around! Such red fire! But why do I feel so eerie?

Why does that fire look, yet, blue? Is it really fire?

A buzzing sound filled my ears, and my body felt light as a feather. In the distance, I seemed to hear the sound of chains; in the distance, I seemed to see two figures approaching.

Two figures emerged from the fire.

Were they the Ox-Head and Horse-Face demons coming to capture me?

Fire, fire all around. All I could see was fire, and now I could only hear the sound of flames.

What kind of world is this? Is it a world of fire?

I don't know, I know nothing, I remember nothing. All I knew was that the fire was engulfing me, engulfing me entirely.

Epilogue

: "By the mandate of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: The Suzhou area is plagued by rampant banditry. The Dragon God Gang, plotting rebellion and committing heinous acts, has tormented the local gentry for decades. The Suzhou Prefect, Luo Can, loyal and courageous, has, in his years in office, led from the front, fighting valiantly against the bandits, beheading 34 members of the rebel gang, including bandit leaders Zhao Kunhua and Cheng Jin, and capturing 203 alive. The Wu region is now at peace." January 22nd,
Chapter 1: Inviting a Wolf into the House.

Outside Suzhou, bells and drums resounded. The arrival of Master Zhao

, the son-in-law, was quite a spectacle! The Zhao family was a powerful force in Suzhou. Zhao Kunhua, outwardly a wealthy merchant, was secretly the leader of the Dragon God Gang.

This gang was notorious for its arson, murder, rape, and plunder; its influence extended to several provinces along the Yangtze River. It had been operating for over twenty years, and the people of Suzhou had gradually come to understand its power and influence, but feared its strength and close ties with the government, leaving them powerless to do anything about it.

The groom, Cheng Jin, had been enjoying great success in the Dragon God Gang in recent years, achieving both literary and military victories, leading his men to conquer over a dozen smaller gangs. He had rendered great service to the gang. Handsome and dashing, generous and forthright, he was not only among the top martial artists in the gang, but also possessed exceptional wisdom. He was utterly devoted to Zhao Kunhua. Zhao Kunhua considered him a once-in-a-lifetime talent in the gang and greatly favored him. Therefore, he married his second daughter, Zhao Shuangling, to him, both as encouragement and to ensure he could settle down and not harbor any disloyalty. Today was their joyous day.

The wine was cold and the food was left uneaten; Cheng Jin, slightly drunk, was helped into the bridal chamber.

The bride under the lamplight was exceptionally charming, and Cheng Jin secretly rejoiced. He embraced her, removed her phoenix crown, and pressed her beneath him, their... His hand began to wander restlessly towards Zhao Shuangling's chest.

Although Zhao Shuangling's father was a notorious bandit, he presented himself as a businessman to his family. Zhao Shuangling, now nineteen, only vaguely sensed that her father wasn't a law-abiding citizen and was unaware that he was actually the infamous leader of the Dragon God Gang. Shuangling had been well-educated and refined since childhood, possessing the bearing of a well-bred young lady, and was a renowned beauty.

Cheng Jin's hand kneaded her breasts through her clothes, and Zhao Shuangling blushed deeply. Knowing that she was now his woman, she couldn't help but feel shy and unconsciously pushed Cheng Jin's hand away: "No...

" He wouldn't listen, his hands becoming increasingly restless. His left hand swiftly slipped under her clothes, grasping Zhao Shuangling's breast. She felt its smooth, firm texture, his large hand easily enveloping it. He kneaded it, his middle finger already touching her nipple, gently stroking it a few times.

Zhao Shuangling, already flushed, went limp at his touch, her hands frantically trying to hold back the lewd hand that had invaded her clothes. She struggled violently. She rolled over and sat up.

Suddenly, she felt a burning sensation on her cheek; a slap landed heavily on her face. Cheng Jin roared, "You're my woman! How dare you disobey me?"

Zhao Shuangling, shocked by her husband's brutality, felt a pang of sadness, tears welling in her eyes, but dared not utter a sound.

Cheng Jin slapped her again, shouting, "Don't cry!"

Zhao Shuangling froze, suppressing her sobs, and whispered, "Can't you...can't you be a little gentler...?"

"Hmph, my own woman, I can do whatever I want with her. Take off your clothes yourself!" "

I...I..."

Suddenly, her handsome husband unleashed his beastly nature, leaving Zhao Shuangling utterly flustered. Her nose stung, and she was about to cry again.

Seeing that she hadn't obeyed, Cheng Jin raised his hand as if to strike her again. Zhao Shuangling hurriedly said, "Don't hit me...I beg you, don't hit me...I...I...I heard it was..."

Helpless, she could only reach for the buttons of her bridal gown.

At home, Zhao Shuangling was like a little angel; servants dared not show her the slightest disrespect, and her parents treated her like a precious jewel, never speaking harshly to her. Now, suddenly, this husband appeared, a fierce and rude monster, making her feel even more wronged. Moreover, she was about to expose her pure and innocent body to a man, even if he was her husband, she couldn't help but feel extremely shy. She fidgeted, her large, teary eyes looking at Cheng Jin, her mournful gaze pleading for his tenderness.

Cheng Jin, however, was unmoved. Seeing her slow movements, he shouted again, "Hurry up!" He

pretended to hit her again.

Helpless, Zhao Shuangling slowly unbuttoned her clothes, placing her top on the chair beside the bed. She turned to look at Cheng Jin.

Seeing her fair arms and the prominent breasts above her bodice, Cheng Jin could no longer restrain himself. He ripped off her little red bodice, pulled her close, and grabbed her breasts, kneading them forcefully.

This time, Zhao Shuangling dared not move, letting him do as he pleased. Seeing her submit, Cheng Jin was overjoyed: "This woman seems easy to handle."

He pinched her nipples and began to rotate them.

Zhao Shuangling cried out, a sensation she had never experienced before spreading throughout her body. Her face flushed red, and she pleaded, "Don't... I... I..."

"What? Is it very comfortable?" "

Cheng Jin whispered in her ear, his hand suddenly slipping inside her pants, through her pubic hair, his middle finger pressing against Zhao Shuangling's labia, gently probing. Zhao Shuangling couldn't take it anymore, letting out a soft moan and her body twitching slightly.

Cheng Jin said, 'Take off your pants.'

He withdrew his hand and pushed her to sit up.

Zhao Shuangling blushed and slowly pulled down her pants, revealing her snow-white buttocks. She left her clothes on the chair, glanced back at Cheng Jin, her face flushing again, and quickly turned away. It turned out that Cheng Jin had also taken off his shirt, a strange smile on his face as he stared at her naked body. Zhao Shuangling cried out, hugging her knees, her body curling into a ball.

Cheng Jin tried to pry her hands off, but couldn't budge them. He slapped her buttocks hard and yelled, "Let go! Sit up!"

Seeing Zhao Shuangling tremble and obediently place her hands beside her, he smiled, reached down and scratched her pubic hair, then stroked her vulva, laughing, "That's a good girl. Come help me take off my clothes."

He then lay back.

Zhao Shuangling dared not disobey, so she loosened her belt and pulled down her underwear. A large, purplish-red penis appeared before her eyes. She quickly closed her eyes, pulled down his pants, and sat down, covering her face. Suddenly, she

felt a sharp pain in her breast; Cheng Jin had grabbed it. Her hair was also grabbed by another hand, and she was pulled to the side. She quickly opened her eyes and saw the penis touching her nose. A strong masculine odor assaulted her stomach. "First, use your mouth to serve me. Open your mouth, take it in, and lick it properly with your tongue."

Zhao Shuangling, suppressing her tears, did as she was told. Cheng Jin, while giving orders and teaching her the technique of giving oral sex, groped her snow-white body. Zhao Shuangling felt uncomfortable from the object in her mouth, almost vomiting, while her body was being touched and pinched. One hand would grab her breasts and then touch her genitals, the feeling was indescribable and incredibly shameful. She twisted her body slightly, but couldn't escape those lewd hands. She felt bitter inside, but could only let him play with her.

Watching Zhao Shuangling perform oral sex for him with great effort, an indescribable sense of revenge rose in his chest. He gritted his teeth and said, "Old Zhao, just you wait, I'll make all the women in your family my sex slaves! Hahaha!"

The scene from eight years ago was vivid in his mind again...

His original name was Murong Jin. Eight years ago, he was the young master of the Chunhua Sect, one of the top sects in Wuchang Prefecture. His father, Murong Long, was quite famous in the martial arts world, and he and his wife, Yang Xiaoling, were known as the "Exquisite Twin Swords," renowned throughout the martial arts world. That year he was fifteen years old…

Chapter 2 The Tragedy of the Massacre

That afternoon, he was taking a nap when his mother suddenly woke him, covering his mouth and saying, “Enemy forces are outside, don’t make a sound.”

She then grabbed him and ran. Just as they reached the main hall, they heard a commotion outside. His mother, in a panic, leaped onto the plaque above the main hall that read “A Family of Heroes,” placed him behind it, and whispered, “Jin’er, you must find a way to escape and avenge us in the future! The Murong family bloodline must not be severed. Abbot Zhikong of Qingshao Temple on Hengshan Mountain is your uncle; go find him. Remember, never put yourself in danger. Whether the Murong family can avenge itself today depends entirely on you.”

With that, she drew her sword, leaped down, and ran out of the hall.

Cheng Jin was confused and didn’t have time to ask further questions. He thought, “My parents are highly skilled in martial arts, why are they so afraid? ”

Then he heard a long laugh outside. Cheng Jin peeked out and saw his father, covered in blood, standing shoulder to shoulder with his mother, already retreating into the main hall. A dozen or so people rushed in, all wielding longswords, forming a circle around the Linglong Twin Swords. Cheng Jin was alarmed and wanted to leap down to fight alongside his parents, but suddenly he heard his mother say, "You have killed dozens of our people, and Chunhua Sect will definitely avenge this!"

Cheng Jin's heart skipped a beat, knowing that his mother's words were directed at him. He immediately held his breath and pulled his head back behind the plaque, wondering if all of his family members had perished. His heart was burning with anxiety, but he tried his best to suppress it.

Murong Long said sternly, "Who are you? Chunhua Sect has never met you before, and has no grudge against you. What brings you here today?"

Then came another long laugh, and a rough voice said, "You'll find out soon enough! The Linglong Twin Swords? Hehe! Take them down!"

A burst of clashing weapons rang out, followed by a scream. Cheng Jin heard his mother shouting, "Brother Long! Brother Long!"

He was alarmed and peeked out again.

The hall was a scene of utter chaos. His father, his arm severed, sat on the floor, leaning against a pillar, panting heavily. His mother, several swords held to her neck, was helplessly subdued, yet still cursing and shouting, "I want revenge! I want revenge!"

Cheng Jin felt a sharp pain in his heart, knowing his mother was desperately telling him to save his life. He understood that jumping now would only be a futile act of suicide. But the thought of forcing himself to stand idly by while his parents were in danger was unbearable. He gritted his teeth, suppressing his impulse.

Just then, the bandit leader clapped his hands, and several more thieves entered, one of them carrying a woman on his shoulder. He threw her down in front of Yang Xiaoling. Cheng Jin felt another pang of pain. The woman's hands were bound behind her back, her clothes torn to shreds—it was his sister, Murong Yan'er. Yang Xiaoling cried out, "Yan'er! Yan'er! What do you want to do! Let go of my daughter!"

The bandit leader grabbed Yan'er, lifted her chin, and saw that her beautiful face was streaked with tears, making her even more delicate. He lewdly said, "I've heard that the eldest daughter of the Murong family is the most talented woman in Hubei, with excellent skills in composing poems. It turns out she's even more beautiful!"

Another man said, "Hehe, this little girl is also known as the most beautiful woman in Wuchang Prefecture. She truly lives up to her reputation... Today, the brothers can all have some fun, haha!"

The bandits laughed together.

Yang Xiaoling's hands were already tied behind her back. When she heard that this group wanted to rape her, she was terrified and pleaded, "Sir, you've already killed her and taken the money, just let my daughter go..."

The bandit leader laughed again, ignoring her, and tore Yan'er's clothes to shreds with a few quick tugs, leaving only a few thin strips of cloth hanging on her body, revealing her exquisite and curvaceous virgin body. Yan'er struggled fiercely, but although she had learned some martial arts, her strength was far inferior to that of the bandit leader, and her efforts were futile.

The bandit leader let her struggle, his hands caressing her breasts. Suddenly, he squeezed her once round and full breasts flat, laughing loudly. Yan'er was both ashamed and in pain, and cried out loudly.

Seeing her daughter being humiliated, Yang Xiaoling struggled desperately, but her hands were tightly bound and held by two thugs, making it impossible for her to move. She cried out, "Stop! Stop! You beast, stop!"

Suddenly, she was punched in the stomach by one of the thugs on her left. Yang Xiaoling cursed again, refusing to stop.

The bandit leader naturally didn't stop, and one of his hands moved to Yan'er's genitals, teasing her vulva. Yan'er blushed deeply, her legs pressed tightly together. The bandit leader forcefully pulled her left leg apart, ordering one of his men to tie it to her left arm. He then did the same to her right leg and arm. Thus, Yan'er's vulva was wide open, her legs spread wide, exposing her virginity to the lecherous eyes of many.

The bandit leader laughed, turning Yan'er around so she faced him. Yan'er's pretty face was flushed, tears glistening in her eyes. He laughed again, licking two fingers with his tongue, then rubbing them against Yan'er's vaginal opening, his fingers alternately probing her vagina, exclaiming, "So tight, so tight!" Suddenly,

a sharp pain shot through his waist, nearly causing him to fall! Turning around, he saw that Yang Xiaoling, anxious for her daughter, had struggled desperately and, in the chaos, had kicked him. The bandit leader sneered and said, "Ahu, strip this woman naked and hang her up!"

The bandits cheered in unison.

Ahu walked up to Yang Xiaoling and lewdly said, "The two cold beauties whose fame once shook the martial world, though a bit older now, still retain their charm, hahaha!"

Before her marriage, Yang Xiaoling and her sister Yang Xiangling were renowned for their cold beauty in the martial world, captivating countless young heroes. Now, though thirty-seven, she still possessed considerable allure. After the fierce battle, her clothes were disheveled, revealing glimpses of her snow-white skin, adding to her allure.

With a "hiss," a piece of Yang Xiaoling's clothing was torn off.

Cheng Jin's lip had already been bitten until it bled, but he remained oblivious. His mind was filled with thoughts of "I can't die... I must take revenge... I can't die... I must take revenge..."

Suddenly, another scream rang out. It turned out that Murong Long, seeing his beloved wife being humiliated, had somehow mustered the strength to lunge at the bandits, but his other arm was severed. He was bleeding profusely and collapsed to the ground, barely alive.

The bandit leader picked up Yan'er and walked up to Murong Long, laughing, "You want to know why? It's simple: your wife and daughter are beautiful... I really want to have some! Haha! I'll deflower your daughter right now, huh? Haha!"

He pulled out his penis and thrust it into Yan'er's lower body.

Murong Long heard his daughter scream, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and fell backward, motionless.

The bandit leader didn't even glance at him, pulled out his penis, saw specks of blood on it, and was overjoyed. He then inserted it back into Yan'er's vagina, ignoring the pain from her dry and narrow opening, and began to thrust violently, causing Yan'er to scream in agony, her body twisting and struggling.

Nearby, Yang Xiaoling had been stripped naked and hung up, a dozen hands groping her body, three fingers thrusting into her vagina, and even one finger penetrating her anus, plucking several thick pubic hairs in the chaos. Witnessing her husband's brutal death and her daughter's rape, she was in turmoil, her body trembling uncontrollably.

The bandit leader glanced at her, then, while raping the beautiful girl beneath him, said, "Your daughter is truly a rare gem, so pleasurable! The Cold-Faced Beauties are indeed worthy of their name, having given birth to such a wonderful daughter! Hahaha! So pleasurable!"

He felt Yan'er's vaginal walls contracting repeatedly, an indescribable pleasure. Soon, he couldn't hold back any longer, pulling out his penis and ejaculating onto Yan'er's body, face, and breasts, drop by drop.

"Let this little girl rest a bit. Those who want to rape her, line up, one at a time. Don't ruin such a fine gem; save it for later!"

The bandits agreed, discussing the order of the rapes. Tears streamed down Yan'er's face, she breathed softly, her lower body a mess of red and white, yet she couldn't move.

Hearing this, Yang Xiaoling cursed again, her voice shrill and piercing. The bandit leader sneered, "What are you yelling about? It's your turn now. You might as well save your energy for moaning in bed!"

He then called out, "A-Yin, come in!"

A woman's voice answered from outside the door, and she entered.

The woman was dressed like the other bandits, except that her hair was adorned with flowers, indicating her female identity. A-Yin was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with a pretty face. She walked up to the bandit leader .

The bandit leader said, "Come here and give me a blowjob!"

Without even pulling his pants back up, he walked straight to Yang Xiaoling. A-Yin followed him, and as soon as the bandit leader stopped, he immediately knelt down, opened his mouth, and took the still wet penis into his mouth, sucking on it.

Although Yang Xiaoling had been married for many years, she had never tried oral sex. Seeing A-Yin's actions, she froze for a moment, muttered "bitch" under her breath, and closed her eyes.

The bandit leader, of course, didn't let her go. He lifted one of her legs and inserted three fingers directly into Yang Xiaoling's vagina, rotating them inside. "Hehe, indeed a famous treasure, still so tight even after giving birth!"

His other hand grabbed one of her breasts, kneading it roughly.

Chapter 3: Twenty Years of Lewdness

. Yang Xiaoling couldn't resist, holding back her tears, pretending her body wasn't her own. But waves of tingling sensations continued, large beads of sweat dripped down, and the urge for sex was aroused…

The bandit leader also sensed this, laughed, and moved his fingers even faster. In a moment, Yang Xiaoling was panting heavily, unable to control herself. The bandit leader said, "Alright, Ayin."

His penis, which had just been used, stood erect again.

Ayin withdrew the penis from her mouth, still kneeling beside him.

The bandit leader pulled his fingers back, seeing they were already wet, and laughed, "Cold-faced beauties? Aren't you also sluts? Haha!"

He held his hand up to Yang Xiaoling, smearing her vaginal fluid on her face. Yang Xiaoling was both ashamed and angry, thinking of her son watching this scene from above, she turned her head away, tears welling in her eyes, speechless.

The bandit leader chuckled again, pressing his penis against Yang Xiaoling's lower body and thrusting it inside...

Yang Xiaoling frowned, gritting her teeth and enduring the pain. Suddenly, she heard the bandit leader say, "Hehe! Didn't you say that me touching you was just wishful thinking? How about now!"

He thrust forcefully, plunging straight into her core.

This time, Yang Xiaoling couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!" A sudden thought flashed through her mind, and she remembered someone, exclaiming, "You...you are..."

"Hehe! Remember me now? How's it going for me to fuck you now? Haha! It's alright to tell you, my name is Zhao Kunhua!"

He increased the force of his thrusts, penetrating her flesh with each stroke.

This rapid onslaught left Yang Xiaoling panting heavily, moaning loudly, but her mind was filled with memories of something from twenty years ago...

At that time, Yang Xiaoling and her sister Yang Xiangling had only recently debuted, but they were already renowned for their beauty in the underworld, attracting many suitors and the covetous eyes of many lecherous men. A notorious womanizer would always plant a flag inside the vagina of his victims after each crime, then hang himself naked from a tree on the city wall or roadside. The flag read, "The Next Yang Xiaoling" or "The Next Yang Xiangling." The women, deeply humiliated, mostly committed suicide; there were over a dozen such cases. This nameless thief quickly gained notoriety, and chivalrous individuals repeatedly conspired to attack him, but all attempts failed.

When the thief finally targeted the Yang sisters, he fell into their trap and nearly lost his life. Yang Xiaoling had once said to him, "You toad, you think you can be so presumptuous? Your meager skills are nothing but wishful thinking!" Just as the thief was about to

be captured, he was rescued by his accomplices and escaped execution, a great regret for Yang Xiaoling for many years. Unexpectedly, his martial arts skills had greatly improved, and he came knocking on her door.

Thinking this, Yang Xiaoling knew she had no chance of survival. This thief had clearly planned this for a long time, and she had no hope of escaping his clutches. So she gave up even struggling and let him humiliate her at will. But then her daughter's screams rose again. Several men pressed down on her, wantonly playing with her, and one of them had already inserted his penis into Yan'er's newly injured vagina. Yang Xiaoling's eyes were tightly closed, tears streaming down her face like a spring, dripping onto her breasts. Sure

enough, Zhao Kunhua said, "Back then, I was young and impetuous, showing my sharp edge, and fell for your trick. This time, I've got what I wanted! You stinking woman, are you convinced or not?"

Extremely smug, he gripped Yang Xiaoling's breasts tightly with both hands, thrusting them repeatedly with a loud thud.

Cheng Jin's eyes were spitting fire, knowing that if this continued, he would not be able to endure it. He gritted his teeth, waved his hand to press his pressure point to make himself faint, and immediately passed out...

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when Cheng Jin slowly woke up, there was no sound in the hall. Cheng Jin carefully climbed down the pillar and saw his father's body lying stiffly on the ground, his arms severed and hanging a few feet away. His mother, sister, and the bandits were nowhere to be seen.

Cheng Jin felt a pang of grief and wept bitterly. He went out the door, intending to set the house on fire, then flee far away to hone his skills and seek revenge on Zhao Kunhua.

As soon as he stepped out of the hall, his heart pounded. The front courtyard was a mess, stained with blood. Dozens of corpses lay piled haphazardly in the yard, while a dozen or so naked female corpses were lined up under the eaves, their lower bodies disheveled. Cheng Jin approached and saw that these women were his own maids or fellow disciples. He Chan, his eighteen-year-old senior sister who usually accompanied him in sword practice and was his closest friend, had a long sword plunged into her genitals until the hilt was gone. Dong'er, Yan'er's personal maid and study companion, with her oval face and lively demeanor, had her legs stretched into a split, her vagina stuffed with tattered strips of cloth, causing her lower abdomen to swell and blood to flow freely; she had been dead for some time.

Cheng Jin wept bitterly for each person he saw, until finally he had no tears left, his voice choked with sobs. Suddenly remembering that his mother and sister were not among them, he abruptly stood up and ran around, searching the courtyard for the corpses. After counting, he found that, apart from his personal servant who had returned home to visit his mother the previous day and thus escaped, there were forty-three corpses among his forty-seven family members; his mother and sister were nowhere to be found.

Cheng Jin carried his father's body to the outskirts of town under cover of night to bury him. Then he packed his valuables, set fire to the once-famous Chunhua Gate, and burned the bodies of dozens of family members and more than a dozen thieves to the ground.

Cheng Jin, following his mother's instructions, sought refuge with Abbot Zhikong of Hengshan Mountain. Five years later, having achieved some mastery of martial arts, he descended the mountain to seek revenge. He discovered that "Zhao Kunhua" was the leader of the Dragon God Gang, and thus seized an opportunity to infiltrate the gang. His exceptional intelligence and martial arts skills quickly earned him Zhao Kunhua's trust. As for the fact that the old man Zhao would actually take him as his son-in-law, that was a completely unexpected surprise. ...Thinking of how his entire family had been murdered by Zhao Kunhua, Cheng Jin's eyes turned bloodshot. The snow-white body before him was that of his enemy's daughter!

Cheng Jin roared, grabbing Zhao Shuangling's hair and lifting her up. Zhao Shuangling's mouth, still slightly open after being freed from his penis, was thrown onto the bed by Cheng Jin. Zhao Shuangling regained her composure and turned around, only to see her husband's face ashen. He slapped her across the face, then grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs wide.

Cheng Jin pounced on Shuang Ling, pinning her beneath him. With a thrust of his hips, his engorged member, still wet from Shuang Ling's ministrations, plunged into her vagina, all the way in! "Ah..."

Shuang Ling screamed, feeling a sudden, sharp pain in her lower body, as if her body no longer belonged to her. Ignoring her pain, Cheng Jin withdrew his member slightly, then thrust again forcefully, plunging it straight into her core.

The inexperienced Zhao Shuang Ling couldn't withstand these two blows; she screamed again and fainted.

Cheng Jin remained oblivious, his rage raging, ready to be vented on his enemy's daughter. Each thrust was delivered with all his might, his roars echoing like a wild beast unleashed.

Zhao Shuang Ling's breasts trembled slightly, as if dancing to Cheng Jin's rhythm. After a while, she slowly awoke.

Zhao Shuangling felt a burning pain in her lower body and screamed again, followed by repeated groans: "No...it hurts...no..."

Cheng Jin seemed oblivious, ignoring her completely, his left hand gripping her right breast tightly, pulling it from side to side. Zhao Shuangling felt dizzy again, as if her right breast was about to be torn off, and let out another sharp scream.

The scream calmed Cheng Jin, and he regained his senses. Releasing his left hand, he saw five purplish-red claw marks on Shuangling's once flawless white breast, a shocking sight. Tears streamed down her flushed face. Suddenly, he felt Shuangling's vaginal walls tighten, and unable to hold back, a torrent of semen shot into her uterus.

It turned out that Cheng Jin, in a frenzy, had been thrusting his penis violently, seemingly oblivious to the pain. Now that his senses returned, he felt an intense pleasure in his lower body, and couldn't stop himself. Unbeknownst to him, he had already been wildly thrusting into Zhao Shuangling's virgin vagina for almost half an hour.

Once the pleasure subsided, Cheng Jin felt utterly exhausted; his previous onslaught had used up all his strength. He gasped for breath, collapsed onto Shuangling, and soon fell into a deep sleep, his voice like thunder.

Zhao Shuangling knew he was asleep, but still terrified, she dared not move, feeling a tearing pain in her lower body. She gritted her teeth and endured it, afraid that any movement would wake this wicked demon and cause him to torment her again. After shedding tears for a while, feeling utterly exhausted, she drifted off to sleep…

Chapter 4 Responsibility

at the Mountain When Cheng Jin woke up, it was already the next morning. He yawned, sat up, and saw Shuangling stir, still asleep. Facing the alluring, fair skin and jade-like bones, Cheng Jin couldn't help but feel smug. This jade-like body would soon be his to enjoy. His gaze swept over Shuang Ling's body, noticing the bloodstains on the sheets below, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

However, his laughter quickly faded. Many of the bloodstains hadn't yet dried, and when he touched them, they were still slightly warm. Upon closer inspection, he realized they were fresh blood! Cheng Jin moved closer to Shuang Ling's lower body and saw that her vaginal opening was slightly torn, with drops of blood still seeping out. He knew that the brutal rape of the previous night had caused Shuang Ling considerable damage.

At this moment, there was a few soft knocks on the door. Cheng Jin knew it was Shuang Ling's maid, Yun'er, and responded, "Is that Yun'er? Come in!"

Yun'er entered, carrying a basin of hot water. She had come to help her mistress and son-in-law get up and wash their faces. Yun'er was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with an oval face and a pair of bright, large eyes; she was quite a little beauty. As soon as she entered, she saw two naked people on the bed. Her face flushed, and she quickly turned away, placing the basin on the table, not daring to make a sound.

Cheng Jin ignored her reaction and ordered Yun'er to get some wound medicine, which he applied to Shuang Ling's wound. The wound was actually very small, and the bleeding stopped immediately after the medicine was applied. Cheng Jin knew it was nothing serious. However, Shuang Ling's labia were quite swollen and red. Cheng Jin felt slightly apologetic and applied some medicine there as well, hearing a soft gasp in response. Looking up, he saw that Shuang Ling had woken up while he was busy. Upon waking, waves of pain surged through her lower body. Although the medicine had just been applied and felt somewhat cool, Cheng Jin's touch still made her cry out.

Seeing her swollen eyes, Cheng Jin felt a pang of pity and softly asked, "How are you? Does it still hurt?"

Zhao Shuang Ling's vulva was in his hands. Seeing that his tone was very different from last night, he didn't know how to answer for a moment and simply nodded.

Cheng Jin felt deeply apologetic, knowing she was still shaken by him. He forced himself to say, "That's how a girl's first time is. It won't hurt anymore. Listen to me, I'll be gentle with you..." He

helped her up and ordered Yun'er to help the second young lady dress.

Zhao Shuangling moved, and the pain in her lower body returned. She hurriedly said, "I...I...I can get up by myself. Yun'er, you can go out first."

After Yun'er left, she gently moved her legs and dressed. This ordeal caused her severe pain again, and her beautiful eyes looked at Cheng Jin resentfully, tears welling up in them.

Cheng Jin wanted to comfort her, but then he thought, this woman is the daughter of his enemy. He came here to seek revenge, not to show mercy to a beautiful woman. He coldly said, "Wash your face, go see your parents."

But then he worried that she would complain to Old Man Zhao, so he coaxed her to eat breakfast with him.

Zhao Shuangling was still having difficulty moving, so Cheng Jin half-supported and half-dragged her out of the hall. A man approached and loudly asked, "Brother Cheng, did you enjoy your wedding night?"

Cheng Jin blushed, recognizing him as Zhao Kunhua's eldest son-in-law, his brother-in-law Lu Jie. He bowed and said, "Good morning, Brother Lu!"

Lu Jie noticed Zhao Shuangling's limping gait and was taken aback, understanding the situation. He laughed, "The bride must have been quite bullied by her new son-in-law last night! Haha!"

Cheng Jin glared at him and said, "Brother, I'm a rough man, I don't know how to be gentle with a lady..."

Lu Jie thought this was probably true, and they continued chatting and laughing as they went with Cheng Jin and his wife to see Zhao Kunhua.

Zhao Kunhua and his wife were already waiting in the hall. Upon seeing them, Zhao Kunhua smiled and said, "Good morning, my two sons-in-law!"

Lu Jie and Cheng Jin quickly knelt down to pay their respects, and Zhao Shuangling, supported by her husband, also paid her respects to her parents.

Zhao Kunhua had married at thirty and was now over fifty. He was highly skilled in both internal and external martial arts, and his eyes were bright and piercing. His wife, Mrs. Zhao, looked to be nearly forty, with no wrinkles on her face, and was very well-preserved. She was once a renowned beauty, forcibly taken by Zhao Kunhua to be his bandit chieftain's wife. After giving birth to three daughters, she wholeheartedly and contentedly became Mrs. Zhao. Now, though past her prime, she still retained her charm.

Zhao Kunhua, noticing his daughter's strange behavior, frowned, thinking, "Cheng Jin seems so refined and polite, yet

he's so rude in the bedroom!" But this was a matter between husband and wife, and he couldn't pry. Shuangling initially wanted to rush to her parents and cry, but thought it wouldn't look good in public, and decided to tell her mother privately later. So she held back.

Mrs. Zhao also noticed her daughter's red and swollen eyes and difficulty walking, and was very angry. She immediately asked, "My dear daughter, has your husband wronged you?"

She had always disliked her husband's behavior, and this Cheng Jin, from the Dragon God Gang, was probably not a good person, and she had never liked him. This time, she couldn't hold back and spoke without restraint.

Cheng Jin quickly interjected, "No, no, I'm too busy doting on her to bully her! Haha!"

He chuckled dryly.

Shuang Ling couldn't complain now, and whispered, "I was crying because I was thinking of my mother..."

Cheng Jin said, "Silly girl, it's not like you're getting married and going far away. You can be with your mother every day from now on, why are you crying!"

He thought to himself that this mother-in-law was not easy to deal with.

Zhao Kunhua chuckled, "That's right."

He said to his wife, "Don't interfere with their little affair; you can't control it anyway, haha!"

Mrs. Zhao thought it made sense and said, "I didn't say anything. They're so loving; I'm happy for them!"

She then glared at Cheng Jin.

Cheng Jin felt a chill run down his spine from her glare, regretting his harshness the night before. He gave a dry laugh, reassured himself, and followed his mother-in-law's gaze, putting on a nonchalant air. Seeing his mother-in-law's ambiguous smile and alluring expression, he was moved, imagining her stunning beauty from twenty years ago.

Mrs. Zhao remained impassive, her phoenix eyes meeting Cheng Jin's gaze briefly before ignoring him. Cheng Jin knew the gravity of the situation, thinking, "I'm the son-in-law now; I can't be presumptuous." He smiled ingratiatingly, touching hands and foreheads with Shuangling, feigning a deeply affectionate relationship. Seeing his demeanor, Zhao Shuangling realized that this was the man she would entrust her life to, and her desire to complain faded.

Cheng Jin, feeling rather bored, chatted for a few more minutes before saying, "Ling Shuang isn't feeling well, we'll take our leave."

Zhao Kunhua nodded.

As they reached the doorway, Zhao Kunhua suddenly said, "You're newly married, so you'll temporarily hand over your responsibilities in the gang to A-Jie."

Lu Jie said "Yes," and Cheng Jin could only reply, "Then I'll discuss it with Brother Lu later."

He was quite reluctant, thinking that with this marriage, Lu Jie would likely take some of the gang's power away. He nodded repeatedly, but had no choice, and helped Shuangling back to her room.

That morning, Yun'er was making the bedsheets and saw those things, blushing. Upon seeing the two of them enter, she became shy and wanted to leave. Cheng Jin, seething with anger and having nowhere to vent, was annoyed to see the girl avoiding him. He shouted, "Yun'er! Where are you rushing off to? Am I scary?"

Yun'er quickly replied, "No...no...I just didn't want to bother the young master and young lady's rest..."

Her face flushed red with embarrassment.

Cheng Jin glanced at her and thought the girl was quite pretty. He was secretly pleased and said, "How old are you? Come here and let me see."

Yun'er dared not disobey and walked up to him, saying, "I'll be seventeen in four months."

Cheng Jin reached out and touched her cheek, smiling as he said, "Have you always served your second young lady?"

Yun'er replied, "Yes." Cheng Jin pulled her into his arms, saying, "Since your second young lady married me, of course you came along too, right?"

He reached out and grabbed her chest.

Seeing her husband flirting with her maid right in front of her, Zhao Shuangling was furious but also afraid of his lewd power. She trembled and said, "Yun'er is still young. Let's talk about it in a few years, okay?"

Cheng Jin wrapped his arms around Shuangling's waist, carrying one girl in each arm, and led her to the bed. He said to Shuangling, "You're jealous, aren't you? It's only natural for a man to have three wives and four concubines. This little girl can be your second wife for now. Listen to me, I won't mistreat you. Be good!"

Shuangling thought that it was pointless to say anything more, so she remained silent. However, on the second day of their marriage, her groom was going to sleep with another woman. She felt bitter and secretly shed tears, hoping that even if he was a womanizer, he would at least treat her well.

Cheng Jin laughed, cupped Yun'er's face, kissed her, and smiled, "So fragrant!"

Yun'er blushed and dared not speak. Cheng Jin ordered, "Take off your clothes and get into bed."

He then carried Shuangling to the bed.

Chapter 5 Twin Blossoms

Yun'er's pretty face flushed red as she sat on the edge of the bed, not daring to move an inch, unsure of what to do. Although she knew it was only a matter of time before the young master took her body, she was still incredibly shy as the moment approached, her heart pounding.

Seeing that she didn't waver,

Cheng Jin shouted, "Aren't you going to take it off yet! Do you want the young master to serve you?" Yun'er was startled and had no choice but to obey, slowly removing her clothes. Cheng Jin stared at her without saying a word, seeing that although her movements were incredibly slow, she had finally taken off all her clothes, turned around, climbed onto the bed, and stared blankly at Cheng Jin.

Cheng Jin smiled and said, "Alright, now let's help your young lady undress!"

Shuang Ling was startled and asked with a blush, "What are you doing?"

Cheng Jin said, "Let's do it together, how can I neglect the bride? Haha. This little girl doesn't know anything, let's demonstrate for her first. Hehe!"

Shuang Ling said, "How can that be?"

Feeling Yun'er's small hands already reaching out to unbutton her clothes, she quickly reached out and stopped them.

Cheng Jin coldly said, "You don't want to listen, do you?"

Shuang Ling's heart skipped a beat, and she

loosened her grip, having no choice but to let Yun'er help her undress. In an instant, all three on the bed were naked. Cheng Jin embraced one woman on each side, feeling immensely pleased. He had originally intended to let Yun'er watch the battle first before deflowering her, but as soon as Cheng Jin's hand touched Shuang Ling's genitals, Shuang Ling cried out in pain. Cheng Jin looked down and saw that Shuang Ling's area was still red and swollen. He thought that if he forced himself on her again, his beloved wife wouldn't be able to take it. One hand kneaded Shuang Ling's breasts, while the other hand rubbed against Yun'er's virgin vulva.

After a short while, he suddenly felt something wet in his hand. It turned out that Yun'er, being inexperienced, had climaxed after just a few touches.

Cheng Jin turned around and saw that Yun'er's cheeks were flushed, her mouth slightly open, and she was breathing heavily. Her small breasts trembled slightly with the rise and fall of her chest. With a thought, he presented the penis to Yun'er and said, "Suck it!"

Yun'er dared not disobey, closed her eyes, and took the man's penis into her mouth. She felt a strange smell rush into her stomach and couldn't help but cough.

Cheng Jin slapped her and shouted, "You brat, you can't even give a proper blowjob!"

Yun'er, with tears in her eyes, took the penis back into her mouth and, as Cheng Jin had instructed, gently teased it with her tongue. Cheng Jin laughed, "This girl learns pretty quickly!"

He reached out and groped her delicate skin, suddenly pinching her two small nipples and lifting them. Yun'er trembled, but didn't dare stop.

Zhao Shuangling didn't want to see their ugly behavior and turned away. Cheng Jin ignored her, enjoying Yun'er's mouth service while his hands roamed all over Yun'er's body, occasionally pinching Shuangling's buttocks, finding endless pleasure in it.

Yun'er saw the penis in her mouth gradually swell, filled with surprise and doubt. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her lower body. She felt something inserted into her vagina, and her body involuntarily twisted. A sharp pain

shot through her buttocks; Cheng Jin had slapped her. Seeing that Yun'er was no longer struggling, Cheng Jin slowly inserted his fingers into her small vulva, gently probing. Yun'er trembled again, trying her best to remain silent.

Cheng Jin said, "Okay," and grabbed Yun'er's hair: "Turn your body around!"

Then he grasped Yun'er's ankles with both hands, spreading her legs wide. His penis was already at Yun'er's lower body, touching her labia.

Yun'er knew her time to lose her virginity had come. She covered her face with her hands, her face flushed red. She heard Cheng Jin whisper, "I'm coming!"

A sharp pain shot through her lower body, and she cried out, "Ah!"

Last night, Cheng Jin was in a semi-frenzied state when he deflowered Zhao Shuangling, and didn't fully enjoy it. Thinking he should properly savor the wonders of a virgin this time, he pulled his penis, which had just broken Yun'er's hymen, back slightly, feeling it tightly gripped by the surrounding vaginal walls. Every movement brought a surge of intense pleasure.

Cheng Jin thought to himself that he hadn't been polite to his wife, so he wouldn't need to be gentle with this young girl. He thrust again, penetrating deeply. Yun'er cried out again, "It hurts so much..."

Cheng Jin ignored her, focusing only on enjoying Yun'er's narrow little hole. One hand tightly gripped Yun'er's tender breasts, squeezing them, while the other hand, stealing a moment, groped and scratched Shuangling's round buttocks. Suddenly, his finger moved, poking Shuangling's anus. Zhao Shuangling hadn't expected this move, and a surge of intense sensation rushed up, causing her body to twist. Cheng Jin was overjoyed, already having a plan in mind.

Cheng Jin withdrew his penis from Yun'er's vagina, patted Yun'er's buttocks, and said, "Turn over and lie down, go lick your young lady's anus."

Shuangling cried out, "No! What are you doing?" Cheng Jin

slapped her smooth buttocks hard: "What are you yelling about? You'll know how good it is in a moment! You lie down too!"

Shuangling turned over and lay down on the bed trembling, wondering what strange tricks her husband had up his sleeve, her heart pounding with anxiety.

Cheng Jin ordered Yun'er to kneel behind Shuang Ling, stick her buttocks out, and bend down to lick Shuang Ling's anus. The moment her tongue touched Shuang Ling's clitoris, Shuang Ling shivered, a tingling, numb sensation she couldn't describe. She twisted her body, afraid to move.

Cheng Jin laughed, then inserted his penis into Yun'er's vagina, slowly thrusting in and out. After a while, he ordered Yun'er to spread Shuang Ling's buttocks: "Put your tongue in, the deeper the better! Put in plenty of saliva!"

Yun'er frowned, but reluctantly obeyed, letting Cheng Jin's penis ravage her newly opened vagina while trying to curl her tongue into her clitoris, her heart filled with unbearable bitterness, secretly shedding tears.

Cheng Jin thrust in and out for a while longer before saying, "That's enough, Yun'er,"

and pulling out his wet penis. Yun'er felt like she'd been granted a pardon and quickly withdrew, shrinking to the side.

Cheng Jin stepped forward, stroked Shuang Ling's hair, and chuckled, "My wife, your little hole can't be touched right now, so I'll have to find a way from behind! Just bear with it."

He gently inserted a finger, rotating it slightly, into Shuang Ling's anus. Shuang Ling murmured, "No..."

but a wave of pleasure washed over her, and she whimpered softly.

Cheng Jin smiled slightly, lifted her lower body, brought her close to his genitals, rubbed his penis against her anus, and with a "whoosh," thrust his penis, still stained with Yun'er's virgin blood, inside.

Shuang Ling screamed, crying out in agony, feeling even more pain than when she was deflowered the night before, and struggled violently.

Cheng Jin felt his penis being tightly gripped by layers of pressure; although only a third of it was inside, the sudden pleasure shot straight to his brain. Due to Shuang Ling's struggle, his penis slipped out.

Cheng Jin was furious and slapped Shuang Ling's snow-white buttocks hard, leaving five purplish-red handprints. He shouted, "Don't move! Yun'er, hold her tight!"

Yun'er, her eyes red, crawled to Shuang Ling's ear and whispered, "Miss, just bear with it." She

gently licked her earlobe.

Shuang Ling, already too scared to move after Cheng Jin's slap, became even weaker after Yun'er's kiss. Without a word, Cheng Jin thrust his rod in again.

This time, Shuang Ling didn't dare move, and the pain wasn't as intense as before. Seeing that she obeyed, Cheng Jin slowly pushed his rod deeper, inch by inch, panting heavily. He forced a smile and said, "My wife's back door is really something! Yun'er, go lick her nipples."

After a pause, he began to thrust gently.

Once the pain subsided, the fullness in Shuang Ling's anus made her feel incredibly comfortable, while Yun'er licked and pinched her breasts. Soon, she was panting heavily, moaning loudly, and finally climaxed.

Upon seeing her climax, Cheng Jin was overjoyed and laughed, "So you like this kind of thing!"

He increased the frequency, thrusting several times, his lower abdomen tightening, and he ejaculated all his semen into her rectum.

Chapter 6 The Masked Beauties The

limp penis slid out of Shuang Ling's anus, bringing with it a line of white liquid. Shuang Ling was still lingering with pleasure, lying there motionless, her chest heaving. Cheng Jin stroked her hair, offering some comfort, then turned around and embraced Yun'er to lie down and rest.

After a while, his lust returned, and he thought that since he was in such a good mood, he would take Yun'er's virginity both front and back. He smiled as he looked at Yun'er's pretty face, noticing that she was blushing past her ears, and held him in his arms, but dared not move. When she noticed Cheng Jin looking at her, she lowered her head even further. Cheng Jin nudged Shuang Ling and said, "It's your turn to give me a blowjob. I'll help Yun'er's back door open too."

Yun'er lowered her head even further.

Shuangling reluctantly got up and brought her face close to his genitals, only to find his penis covered in a colorful mess with a strong, strange odor. The red was Yun'er's virgin blood, the white was his own semen, and the yellow was suspected to be his own feces. She frowned and cautiously asked, "Shall I wash you first?"

Cheng Jin, fearing she would complain to Old Zhao, thought it best not to be too harsh on her and nodded. Shuangling felt relieved, got out of bed, fetched a basin, and washed his genitals before returning to bed. She knelt beneath him and took his penis into her mouth.

While enjoying her ministrations, Cheng Jin played with Yun'er's newly developed breasts, and in a moment, his penis was erect again. Cheng Jin pinched Yun'er's cheek and laughed, "Your turn, come on."

He got into position, his penis pressed against Yun'er's anus, ready to thrust with all his might…

Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside the door. Someone shouted, "Assassin! Assassin!"

Cheng Jin was startled, cursing under his breath, "You son of a bitch assassin!"

Forcibly suppressing his lust, he muttered as he dressed, leaving behind two snow-white bodies, and drew his sword to leave the room.

He recognized the sounds of clashing weapons outside and rushed over. He saw two masked figures surrounded, both dressed entirely in black, only their eyes visible, locked in fierce combat.

At that moment, a surge of anger welled up inside him, and upon seeing the assassin, he flew into a rage, shouting and joining the fray. But in his agitated state, he immediately encountered dangerous moves; his opponent was stronger than he had seen since leaving the mountain, and he was instantly overwhelmed. With a hiss, a large section of his sleeve was swung away by the opponent's longsword, followed by a sharp pain in his shoulder—he had been stabbed. Fortunately, he was quick enough to retreat three steps, avoiding a fatal blow.

Seeing his second son-in-law wounded, the crowd shouted and swarmed around, growing larger and larger. Although the two assassins were skilled, they were clearly outnumbered. Seeing

an opportunity, Cheng Jin, after his wound was bandaged, drew his sword again and stepped forward. This time, he dared not underestimate his opponent. He engaged the assassin who had wounded him with his longsword, unleashing his most powerful techniques, and fought to a standstill.

After a few exchanges, Cheng Jin sensed that while his opponent's moves were exquisite, his strength was lacking. A thought struck him; he carefully observed the two men and noticed their slender figures, resembling women. He immediately shouted and unleashed a risky move, a "Tiger Claw Hand" strike aimed at the assassin's chest.

This strike essentially sent him into the opponent's sword's circle. The assassin, caught off guard by his move, was too slow to defend with her right hand, which was already sluggish. She could only slash with her left hand at the invading arm.

Cheng Jin had anticipated this attack, channeling all his strength into his arm, bracing himself for the blow, his arm still pointing forward. The assassin froze, unable to retaliate, and hastily retreated. But in that moment of hesitation, Cheng Jin tore a piece of cloth from her chest.

Cheng Jin's hand touched her soft breast, confirming his suspicions. He unleashed his Tiger Claw technique, intending to expose the audacious female assassin's breasts in public. Fortunately, the female assassin was quick; he only tore off a layer of her outer clothing, preventing a major embarrassment. However, this enraged her, and she swung her sword in a circle, aiming directly at Cheng Jin. Cheng Jin laughed and dodged, but a group of thugs quickly intercepted her.

Cheng Jin deliberately brought his hand to his nose and smelled it, laughing, "How fragrant!"

His eyes darted over the woman, noticing her slender figure and bright, sparkling eyes. The more he looked, the more his heart stirred, though he couldn't see her face to know if she was beautiful or not. The woman was furious, but unable to get close to him, her attacks became increasingly chaotic.

Seeing the situation was dire, another assassin cried out, "Aqi, if we can't kill that old thief Zhao today, let's retreat!"

He shielded Aqi from two attacks, then pulled her away and ran.

Aqi cried out, "Sister Rong, don't pull me! I'm going to kill that traitor!"

But she was pulled so fast she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Cheng Jin and the others, seeing such lightness of movement, looked at each other in disbelief, all admitting their inferiority. Cheng Jin was still imagining Aqi's beautiful figure, and remembered that Sister Rong seemed to have a good figure as well. The two women had delicate voices, so they must be quite young. He was lost in thought, a secret smile playing on his lips.

The assassin's outburst had dampened Cheng Jin's enthusiasm for exploring Yun'er's back garden. Worried that Lu Jie's power might overwhelm the gang, he immediately returned to the gang to investigate.

The Dragon God Gang's headquarters was located on a mountain about ten miles from the Zhao residence. The mountain was covered in lush vegetation, and the headquarters was hidden in the forest.

Upon entering the hall, he saw a woman shouting something to several of her subordinates. She laughed loudly, "Big Sister, what a great time!"

The woman was Shuang Ling's eldest sister, Lu Jie's wife—Zhao Shuangru. Unlike her two younger sisters who were unfamiliar with gang affairs, Zhao Shuangru had been fond of martial arts since childhood and had always followed her father. She was the de facto deputy leader of the Dragon God Gang, and at only twenty-one years old, she had already committed countless robberies and plunders. Although all three Zhao sisters were beautiful, the youngest, Shuangyao, was still too young, and Shuangling was too timid; neither could match the eldest sister's spirited and vigorous nature. Furthermore, Shuangru's figure was curvaceous and even more striking than her sisters', making her seem to be the most beautiful of the three.

Cheng Jin knew that this woman was the biggest obstacle to his power grab. Although he and Lu Jie were both sons-in-law of Zhao Kunhua, Lu Jie's wife held considerable power within the gang, far surpassing his own delicate Shuangling. Zhao Shuangru, with her head wrapped in a headscarf and dressed in warrior attire, exuded a heroic air, yet her beauty was undeniable.

Upon seeing him, Zhao Shuangru smiled and said, "You're here too? Aren't you at home with my dear sister? Looking for your father? He's inside."

She seemed to have no ill feelings towards her brother-in-law.

Cheng Jin exchanged a few polite words and went straight to find Zhao Kunhua.

Zhao Kunhua was overjoyed to see him. Cheng Jin reported to him that assassins had attacked his home and he had repelled them, saying, "I was worried something might happen to the gang, so I came to check."

Zhao Kunhua said, "You've come at the right time. I have something to do later, and I was just worried about not having enough help..."

He then explained the matter to Cheng Jin in detail.

It turned out that the newly appointed Suzhou prefect, Luo Can, didn't give the Dragon God Gang any face, arresting several of them and intending to convict them, his tone extremely arrogant. Zhao Kunhua understood this man's background, knowing that he actually thought the tribute silver wasn't heavy enough and wanted to extort money from him. He had learned that Luo Can's twin daughters were coming from their hometown to meet him, so he planned to kidnap them to teach Luo Can a lesson.

Cheng Jin, busy with wedding preparations for days and itching to get involved, readily agreed. Zhao Kunhua then said, "Your sister Ru shouldn't go."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jin knew a good show was about to unfold, chuckled, and accepted the order. He knew the only reason Zhao Kunhua sent Shuangru away was because a rape scene was about to begin—it was his usual practice. Shuangru herself was well aware of this; although she disliked these kinds of events, she didn't want to interfere, and as a woman, she was too embarrassed to interfere, so she always walked away on her own. After the wedding, she even dragged Lu Jie along to avoid them.

Before long, Cheng Jin returned triumphantly. The guards who had escorted the Luo family's young ladies were all beaten to the ground in no time, watching helplessly as a group of thieves abducted the two young ladies, crying out in despair.

As soon as Cheng Jin saw Zhao Kunhua, he said, "Look at that Luo prefect, looking so pathetic, who knew he could give birth to such a beautiful daughter, haha! I bet his wife was somewhat disreputable before she got pregnant."

He pushed the two sisters, bound together, in front of Zhao Kunhua.

Zhao Kunhua looked at the two girls, who were only seventeen or eighteen years old, and were already trembling with fear. The two girls looked exactly alike, with very beautiful and delicate features, and a pure and innocent appearance. They were the epitome of beauties from Jiangnan.

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