39: A lineage of intellectual disability

Inside the shop, Zhu Xing was sitting in a reclining chair, leisurely sipping tea.

"Steward Zhu, are we really not going to open the door for that Chen Heng?" a lackey asked, looking at the tightly closed door with a worried expression.

"So what if we don't open it? Could he possibly dare to force his way in?"

Zhu Xing was exceptionally confident, convinced that Chen Heng wouldn't dare to truly burn bridges.

"A kid who just joined the gang, yet he dared to make a move in front of so many people."

"If we don't teach him a lesson, he'll think he…"

Before Zhu Xing could finish his sentence, a loud crash came from the entrance.

Then, a figure flew past Zhu Xing and embedded itself into the wall.

Zhu Xing turned his head to look; the thing in the wall no longer resembled a human shape, it was completely a mass of twisted, rotten flesh.

"You're the one who beat my people, right?" Chen Heng stepped over the threshold, wiped the blood off his hands, and looked at Zhu Xing on the reclining chair.

"You dare to make a move!?" Zhu Xing roared, his entire body's Qi and blood surging.

"Is your brain filled with feces?" Chen Heng was stunned. How could this person think to say something like that?

"You beat my people, so is there a problem with me coming to kill you?"

"This shop is on Vermilion Bird Hall's territory to begin with. Is there a problem with us coming to collect the protection money?" Zhu Xing shouted at Chen Heng, feeling perfectly justified.

"Forget it, I can't reason with an idiot like you." Chen Heng shook his head, completely losing the desire to speak with Zhu Xing.

"You dare to insult me!?" It was hard to tell if this Zhu Xing was truly stupid or just pretending; even at a time like this, he was still hung up on such things.

"I'm asking you, which hand hit my father?" Chen Heng didn't treat Zhu Xing like a human at all.

He walked straight up to him and asked, face-to-face.

"This hand. What can you do to me?" Zhu Xing extended his right hand and moved it a couple of times very arrogantly.

"Let me tell you, it's lucky I didn't kill your father…"

Crack!

"Huh?" Zhu Xing looked at his missing right hand, completely bewildered.

The next moment, boundless, intense pain struck. Blood sprayed out like a fountain, and the white bone fragments were blindingly bright.

"Ahhhhhhh!!"

Zhu Xing screamed, clutching his wrist, trying to stop the blood that wouldn't stop gushing out.

"I'll remove whichever hand hit him." Looking closely, Chen Heng was holding Zhu Xing's severed right hand in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, he had ripped Zhu Xing's right hand out by the root.

A few white tendons were even dangling from the wrist.

"You, you, you!" Zhu Xing now knew fear; he collapsed to the ground and scrambled backward.

"Don't go yet, we aren't finished." Chen Heng grabbed Zhu Xing by the collar and hauled him up.

"That was the price for you hitting my father just now."

"I haven't even settled the account with you for beating my people yet."

Chen Heng grinned hideously and clenched his right fist.

His Qi and blood vibrated, combining with his internal Qi.

His entire right arm visibly thickened by a circle.

"I'll just use you to test the technique I learned today."

"Triple Dragon Tiger Strength, Prop Hammer!"

A straight punch viciously slammed into Zhu Xing's chest.

With a crack, Zhu Xing's chest collapsed, and fragments of his internal organs sprayed from his mouth.

Then, Zhu Xing followed in the footsteps of the lackey who had been guarding the door earlier.

His entire body was embedded in the wall, the kind where you couldn't even pry him out.

But it must be said, Zhu Xing was worthy of being a Transformation Realm Martial Artist; even after being beaten to this state, he still had breath left.

It was just that he was only inhaling and not exhaling.

"Carry him back and tell your Hall Master."

Chen Heng grabbed a shivering lackey.

"If you want to cause trouble for me, just come directly; don't play dirty tricks on me."

"If you dare to touch my family again, it won't be resolved this simply."

"Oh right, don't forget to pay for all the broken things."

"Remember to fix the big hole in the wall for me; if you can't fix it, I'll use you to fill the hole."

After saying this, Chen Heng threw the lackey to the ground and left the shop with the stunned Yagyu Han.

"Big Brother, is this… appropriate?" On the carriage, Yagyu Han looked at Chen Heng with some fear.

Although he had heard that this Steward Chen acted casually and without restraint.

But he shouldn't be this unrestrained.

That was the younger brother of the Vermilion Bird Hall Master, and he just crippled him like that?

Putting aside the severed hand, there was still that one-handed Martial Skill he could use.

But that punch had directly shattered Zhu Xing's internal organs and his extraordinary meridians.

Even if he could be saved, he would be a cripple for the rest of his life, unable to even get out of bed.

Perhaps he would even need people to help him with defecating and urinating.

"Rest assured, a tiny Vermilion Bird Hall can't do anything to me."

Chen Heng had learned from Qi Longhu that Zhu Hongying didn't become Hall Master based on her own ability at all.

Instead, she and Gou Longxun's son, Gou Longjian, cooperated to take control of the Vermilion Bird Hall.

Except for the Qilin Enforcement Hall, the remaining Azure Dragon Hall, White Tiger Hall, and Black Tortoise Hall all had very poor relationships with them.

Because the Qilin Enforcement Hall had to act impartially, they had poor relationships with all the halls.

"Big Brother, I think it would be better to tell the Hall Master." Yagyu Han was still uneasy and suggested.

"I know, I definitely have to tell Big Brother Qi about this kind of thing."

Chen Heng nodded and instructed the gang member driving the carriage to go to the White Tiger Hall branch.

After arriving at the branch, Chen Heng found Qi Longhu and recounted what had just happened.

"Outrageous!"

Qi Longhu slammed the table hard.

"That is the damn White Tiger Hall's territory! How could that stinking woman dare to do that!"

"You did well in this matter; you have to take it to her!"

"Don't worry about the aftermath; with me here, they won't be able to stir up any waves."

"No, I still get angry thinking about it; I have to think of a way to screw her over again."

Just as Qi Longhu and Chen Heng were cooking up bad ideas together, the Vermilion Bird Hall was in an uproar.

"Sister, you must seek justice for Brother Xing."

A woman with a slender figure and pretty face knelt in front of Zhu Hongying, wailing loudly.

She was Zhu Xing's wife.

"I know…" Zhu Hongying's teeth were almost breaking from clenching them.

She never imagined that this Chen Heng would be so bold and capable of such a ruthless attack.

When Zhu Xing was carried back, his face was purple, and his pulse had stopped beating.

It was only because Zhu Hongying brought out her life-saving medicine that she managed to save Zhu Xing.

But even after saving him, the person was crippled.

Not to mention losing a hand, none of his internal organs were intact.

Even his bladder was ruptured; in the future, he wouldn't even be able to control his bowel or bladder movements.

It was even unknown whether he would ever be able to regain consciousness.

"Damn Chen Heng." Zhu Hongying's gaze was sinister; she turned her head and called over a gang member.

"Invite Young Lord Gou Long over, tell him I have an important matter to discuss."

"Yes."

"You want to establish your authority, don't you? Then I will have a proper, head-on confrontation with you."

"A mere Transformation Realm Martial Artist dares to be this arrogant."

"Even if Qi Longhu is protecting you, I will make you wish you were dead."

Even now, Zhu Hongying still insisted that the time she was slapped by Chen Heng until she vomited blood was because of a sneak attack.

How could she, a dignified Tongxuan Martial Artist, be unable to defeat a Transformation Realm Martial Artist?

If Chen Heng knew Zhu Hongying's thoughts, he would definitely think that this whole family had something wrong with their brains.

It was definitely hereditary brain damage.