Chen Zhou patted the girl on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your information. Run away as soon as possible!"
After giving his instructions, he strode towards the backyard of the Han Mansion.
"Girl..."
The young woman stared at the tall figure in green as he disappeared from sight. Only then did she seem to wake from a trance. Taking a deep breath, she spat at Han Jinrong's lifeless body before stepping out of the blood-soaked hall, her heart pounding with anxiety.
The moment she crossed the threshold, sunlight bathed her face. Warmth surged through her chest. For the first time in years—she was free.
...
[Successfully helped the girl out of trouble. Good deed value increased by 10.]
Chen Zhou heard the reminder of the "Record of Merits" in his mind, and he muttered:
"Where is Han Wan'er's boudoir? I can't remember right now..."
The Han Mansion is very huge. Chen Zhou recalled and searched at the same time. Even though he had lived there for months in his previous life, he barely knew its layout.
Because His former self had been treated like livestock—restricted, humiliated, and controlled.
"I can't let Han Wan'er get away. I won't be able to sleep tonight until I get my revenge..."
Quickening his pace, he searched room by room. Just as he was about to turn a corner, two figures appeared in the corridor ahead, walking briskly towards him.
The woman leading the way had a slim figure and delicate features, but her expression was anxious, almost desperate.
Han Wan'er.The woman he had once called his wife.
Chen Zhou's eyes suddenly lit up. Very good, he should be able to sleep well tonight.
...
After hearing a maid's report, Han Wan'er had rushed towards the hall with Zhao Jing at her side.
Escape had never crossed her mind. The maid's words had sounded absurd to her.
After all, she was the person in the Han Mansion who knew Chen Zhou best.
He is a lowly fool, stupid, and most importantly, he is just an ordinary person who is powerless.
It was impossible, absolutely impossible, for someone like that to storm into the Han Mansion and start killing people.
Yet, despite her certainty, she felt uneasy...
Just when she was feeling anxious and bored, Han Wan'er suddenly stopped, because that familiar figure... was right in front of her.
A handsome young man in green clothes was looking at her calmly.
"Chen... Chen Zhou?" she blurted out without thinking.
"Is he the Chen Zhou?" Hearing Wan'er's murmurs, Zhao Jing immediately looked carefully at the young man in the distance.
So this is Han Wan'er's ex-husband. He doesn't look like he has grown up yet, but he is surprisingly good-looking but nothing more than a scumbag...
A slow grin spread across Zhao Jing's face, but his heart twisted with jealousy. He was a nobleman, yet the thought that Han Wan'er had once belonged to this man disgusted him. However, when he reminded himself that this handsome fool had been cuckolded by him, his mood lightened considerably.
"Chen Zhou!" Han Wan'er suddenly snapped, stamping her foot:
"You're getting more and more daring! How dare you break into my Han Mansion alone?! What filthy dog hole did you crawl through to get here?!"
Her voice rang sharp and scornful. In front of Zhao Jing, she had to put on a show—she had to make it clear that she had cut ties with her former husband. There could be no entanglement.
Chen Zhou grinned, unfazed. How bold of her. It seemed they were still clueless about what had just transpired, but it doesn't matter, let them feel the pain firsthand.
Thinking of this, Chen Zhou started walking towards them.
Zhao Jing, oblivious to the impending danger, took this as a challenge. His lips curled into a cruel smirk.
"A fool is a fool," he scoffed. "Instead of running, he walks straight into his own death."
So, he also walked towards Chen Zhou.
As the two of them ran towards each other, a smirk on Zhao Jing's ferocious face:
"I'll beat you into the ground, idiot! And then I'll tie you up and make you watch while we make out—"
As soon as he finished speaking, he had already arrived in front of Chen Zhou ready to punch him in the face directly.
However, before he could do it, Chen Zhou's fist struck to his face with a force!
Bang!
Zhao Jing was sent flying. His body crashed to the ground, sending cracks through the stone pavement as dust billowed around him.
"Uhh..."
A sharp, searing pain shot through his skull. Groaning, Zhao Jing lay sprawled on the ground, his earlier arrogance shattered.
What just happened?
How did he get knocked down so quickly? He hadn't even seen Chen Zhou move!
Wasn't he supposed to be a martial arts prodigy?
Han Wan'er, frozen beside them, gasped in shock.
If I remember correctly, Zhao Jing was at the seventh level of the first realm, so how could he be beated in one second by Chen Zhou, who had never practiced martial arts?
"I had no real grudge against you. I was going to grant you a swift death. But since you wanted to cripple me first... I'll return the favor."
A cold voice echoed, Chen Zhou looked down at Zhao Jing, then he raised his foot and stomped down.
Snap!
As Zhao Jing screamed, his right leg bent at an unnatural angle.
"Y-you bastard!" Zhao Jing yelled in pain:
"Do you know who I am? My father, Zhao Shuanghe, is the magistrate of Changqing County. How dare you do this to me?!"
"I will tear you into pieces and kill your entire family! No man or woman will be spared!"
"Tsk..." Who would have thought that after hearing this, Chen Zhou actually laughed out loud.
There was no way. Hearing the other, using his family to threaten him, only a god could hold him back from laughing.