70: Chapter 70 Will your mother host a feast for the whole village when she has some free time?!

However, facing the clamor, Qin Feng did not get angry; he didn't even frown.

He simply lifted his eyelids slightly, looking at the other party as if looking at an idiot, his thin lips parted slightly, and he spat out a sentence that instantly plunged the entire scene into dead silence:

"When your mother is free, does she also host a banquet for the whole village!"

Quiet. Dead silence!

In the entire courtyard, there was only the sound of the cold wind blowing past the eaves.

Chen Pingan and the others were stunned, Lin Yuxi was stunned, and even Vice Captain Zhang Hu and the people from the Fifth Squad all widened their eyes, as if they couldn't believe their ears!

Too vicious. This sentence was simply ten thousand times more vicious than stabbing Vice Captain Zhang Hu directly.

As the saying goes, to capture the bandits, capture the king first; to insult someone, insult their mother first.

"You... you motherfucker, you're looking for death!!!"

It took a full few seconds for Vice Captain Zhang Hu to finally react.

His face instantly turned purple-red, the veins on his forehead bulging like earthworms, he was so angry that his lungs were about to explode!

"Kill this ignorant bastard for me!" Vice Captain Zhang Hu roared hysterically.

"Fuck! Dare to curse Brother Hu, I'll slaughter you!"

A lackey at the Peak of the Seventh Stage standing to the side immediately drew the long blade at his waist, and with a ferocious grin, slashed down at Qin Feng's head!

The blade wind whistled, full of aggressive Aura.

"Bang!!!" A dull thud that set one's teeth on edge!

Suddenly, Qin Feng kicked out, striking first despite moving later, landing solidly on the lackey's chest!

The violent power of the Chaos Art, combined with the terrifying Physical Body amplification of the Heavenly Tyrant Body.

"Crack, crack..." A dense sound of bones breaking rang out; the lackey at the Peak of the Seventh Stage didn't even have time to scream before his entire chest cavity instantly caved in at a terrifying angle.

His body flew backward violently, at ten times the speed it came!

"Boom!" The lackey's body left an afterimage in mid-air, smashing directly through the courtyard wall, flying out to the street outside, spraying a large mouthful of blood.

"Hiss—!" The entire scene gasped in cold air!

"Fuck, I'll kill you!" Vice Captain Zhang Hu, having reacted, roared, his right hand gripping the hilt of the blade at his waist, about to draw it.

However, his blade had only just been drawn an inch.

"Swish—!" Everyone only felt a blur before their eyes, and Qin Feng's figure instantly vanished from where he stood.

Clear Wind Shadow combined with the exertion technique of Inch Radiance!

Vice Captain Zhang Hu only felt a cold, stinging pain at his Adam's apple; his whole body stiffened violently, and his action of drawing the blade completely froze.

When he looked down in terror, he saw a pitch-black flying dagger steadily pressed against his throat.

The tip of the flying dagger had already pierced the skin, and a drop of bright red blood was slowly sliding down the blade.

If Qin Feng's finger pushed forward just half an inch, his throat would be instantly cut!

"Gulp..." Vice Captain Zhang Hu swallowed hard. Feeling the tangible, terrifying killing intent on Qin Feng, his Ninth Stage Qi and blood, which he prided himself on, were so suppressed at this moment that he couldn't circulate even a trace.

Cold sweat rolled down his forehead like a waterfall.

"Thump!" His legs suddenly went weak; Vice Captain Zhang Hu could no longer support the fear in his heart and fell heavily to his knees.

"Captain... Captain Qin... Let's... let's talk this over..." In an instant, Vice Captain Zhang Hu's voice trembled; where was there any shadow of his previous arrogance?

Qin Feng looked down from above at the coward who had been scared out of his wits. Without giving him much chance, he turned his head directly to look at the dazed Chen Pingan and the others, and instructed: "Chen Pingan."

"Sub... subordinate is here!" Chen Pingan subconsciously straightened his back.

"Just now, how they hit you, now, hit them back ten times over for me!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the blood of everyone in the Ninth Squad instantly boiled!

In the Servant District, it had always been survival of the fittest; who had ever seen such a protective and domineering captain?!

"Brothers! The Captain has spoken, beat them to death for me!"

Chen Pingan's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a bestial roar, leading the guards of the Ninth Squad as they pounced toward the people of the Fifth Squad like tigers entering a flock of sheep.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Ah—! Don't hit the face!"

"Spare me! We were wrong!"

The people of the Fifth Squad were originally just bullying others based on their influence. Now that even their leader, Brother Hu, was kneeling on the ground with a knife pointed at his throat, where would they have any courage to resist?

In the blink of an eye, the dozen or so guards of the Fifth Squad were beaten black and blue, rolling on the ground in the mud, howling like ghosts.

They beat them for a full incense stick's time, until the people of the Fifth Squad didn't even have the strength to scream.

Chen Pingan stopped, panting, wiped the sweat from his face, and walked in front of Qin Feng.

Looking at Vice Captain Zhang Hu, who was kneeling on the ground and dared not move, although Chen Pingan had vented most of the foul air in his heart, he still felt a bit unsatisfied.

"Captain." Chen Pingan pointed at Vice Captain Zhang Hu and complained through gritted teeth, "Just now, this bastard not only stepped on my head but also slapped me!"

Hearing this, Vice Captain Zhang Hu trembled all over in fear and kowtowed repeatedly: "Brother Chen, Master Chen! I was wrong, I was just confused for a moment..."

Nodding, after nodding slightly, Qin Feng opened his mouth: "Then give him ten consecutive slaps."

"Yes! Captain!"

Chen Pingan was overjoyed to hear this, walked forward without hesitation, grabbed Vice Captain Zhang Hu by the collar, and lifted him from the ground.

Although Vice Captain Zhang Hu was at the Ninth Stage, he had already been scared out of his wits, and at this moment, he didn't even dare to harbor the thought of resisting.

"Slap!" Chen Pingan swung his arm fully and slapped Vice Captain Zhang Hu hard across the left cheek with a loud sound.

"This slap is for your foul mouth!"

"Slap!" With a backhand, another slap struck the right cheek!

"This slap is for daring to come to the Ninth Squad and run wild!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap..." The crisp sound of slaps rang out in the courtyard one after another like firecrackers.

Chen Pingan used both hands, and ten solid, resounding slaps directly turned Vice Captain Zhang Hu's already fleshy face into a bloody, mangled pig's head.

All the teeth in his mouth were shattered, and he kept spitting them out mixed with blood.

"Ten, not one more, not one less!" After finishing the last slap, Chen Pingan took the opportunity to kick Vice Captain Zhang Hu hard in the stomach, sending him rolling away like a ball.

Watching the miserable Vice Captain Zhang Hu, everyone in the Ninth Squad felt an unprecedented sense of relief, and the pent-up frustration in their hearts was swept away.

The way they looked at Qin Feng had completely changed.

It was no longer the fear of a new superior as before, but a deep admiration, a sense of reliance and belonging found in the cold and cruel Servant District that they could finally trust with their lives.

Following a captain who protects his own, even if it meant death, it would be fucking worth it!

Qin Feng stood on the spot, sweeping his gaze over the wailing crowd of the Fifth Squad on the ground with eyes like he was looking at trash: "Get lost!"

Hearing this word "Get lost," the people of the Fifth Squad felt as if they had been granted amnesty.

They scrambled up from the mud, helping each other, not even daring to take another look, and fled from the Ninth Squad's courtyard like stray dogs.

The courtyard returned to quiet.

Qin Feng turned around and walked slowly toward the widows of the fallen guards who had been bullied.

These women were all huddled together, trembling, their clothes tattered, with tears of despair still hanging on their faces.

In the Servant District, losing the support of their men was like being duckweed in the wind, liable to be torn apart by anyone at any time.

Qin Feng looked at them, a rare flash of compassion and solemnity passing through his deep black eyes, and said in a low voice: "The Servant District is heartless, but I, Qin, have heart."

"Tomorrow, I will personally go to the Management Hall to process the application for all of you, allowing you to become Middle-tier Servants directly, sparing you from the suffering of the bottom layer."