A car accident, our family of three crossed

Hang Shuheng was angry, but someone was even more angry than him. Without turning his head, he could feel the anger emanating from Uncle Chai beside him, as if he wanted to burn any living thing around him to ashes.

When the thugs from the gambling house discovered their presence and just as they reacted and wanted to find clothes to cover up their shame, the figure opposite them flashed and appeared in front of them in an instant.

The person in front had not even had time to scream in fear before his neck was strangled and twisted, and he died.

The incident happened so suddenly that several people even forgot to resist. They just watched helplessly as one of their brothers was thrown to the ground by the man like a rag.

"You, you, you, what are you going to do? We are from the gambling house. If you dare to touch us, the gambling house will not let you go."

The leader whose lower body was bitten off seemed to have forgotten the pain at this moment. When he met Uncle Chai's eyes burning with anger, his whole body began to tremble involuntarily.

He felt like a dead man under that man's gaze, unable to move. He just watched in horror as the other person approached step by step.

The rest of the people didn't care about covering their shame, and they all abandoned their leader and fled away.

In Hang Shuheng's eyes, Uncle Chai at this moment was like a killing god. He said nothing and easily took a life wherever he went.

He just watched as Uncle Chai Wu's figure, as fast as lightning, circled around in the woods and came back. The few people who had just tried to escape had fallen down, all of them had their necks broken to death.

This was the first time that Hang Shuheng had a concrete understanding of Uncle Chai Wu's strength, which was very strong.

The leader witnessed all this and was already terrified. This was not a human being, this was a devil.

“Great, great hero, please spare me, spare my life… Don’t kill me, don’t kill me…” He stammered and begged for mercy. A large area under his body was wet with a pool of blood. No one knew whether it was pure blood or mixed with some other liquid.

Uncle Chai acted as if he didn't hear his plea for mercy. He walked over with an expressionless face and slow steps, but his steps magnified the man's inner fear infinitely.

Hang Shuheng remained silent and watched everything coldly. These people did such a heartless thing and they deserved to die.

However, he did not expect Uncle Chai to be so angry.

He remembered that Uncle Chai's wife and daughter were burned to death in the fire because of revenge from their enemies. Could it be that his wife and daughter had also been subjected to such inhuman humiliation before that? If so, then Uncle Chai's raging anger at the moment would make sense.

Hang Shuheng thought he could understand this uncle. In the past, Song Ning was almost successfully plotted against by Zhang Cuiju, Wan Baolu and others. When he learned about that incident, he was so angry that he wanted to destroy the world.

He was already furious just knowing that someone was coveting his wife and even plotting against her. If his guess just now was correct, one can imagine how angry Uncle Chai would be.

Thinking of this, he suddenly walked forward, passed Uncle Chai, and stepped mercilessly on the man's broken penis, crushing it again and again.

The hoarse screams suddenly resounded throughout the forest, scaring away many birds that were roosting there. In order to prevent his screams from attracting other people, Hang Shuheng picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, balled them up, and stuffed them into the man's mouth.

This action of his instantly brought Uncle Chai back to his senses, "Sir, Sir..."

Realizing that he had killed someone without his master's orders, he had no way to explain and could only remain silent.

Hang Shuheng turned around and said to him, "They deserve to die."

As for the last person, Hang Shuheng did not waste time. He bent down and broke the man's neck cleanly and neatly.

When Uncle Chai saw this, his eyes flickered slightly. This master was obviously a scholar and had never practiced martial arts, but the skills he displayed did not seem like something that a person who had never practiced martial arts could do.

His emotions had calmed down. He sighed and said, "Let me do the killing. Why dirty your hands?"

"It doesn't matter. This isn't the first time I've killed someone."

Thinking back to that time, it was his first time killing someone, and it took him several days to get over the psychological trauma of having killed someone.

And now, he killed someone again, and he didn't feel any emotion at all, as if he was used to killing people. Habits are really a terrible thing.

Hang Shuheng picked up a piece of clothing from the ground and covered Zhang Cuiju with it, then sighed. He never expected that she would die in this way in the end.

When a person dies, it is like a light going out. No matter how many grudges there were in the past, they all became the past the moment she died. Hang Shuheng felt neither happy nor sorry about her death.

"This woman, she is my cousin." Hang Shuheng said lightly, as if he was talking about someone else.

Afterwards, he told Uncle Chai about the grudge between Zhang Cuiju and them.

"I've always been thinking about how to kill her, but I didn't expect her to die in this way. It's a bit tragic." He said lightly, then looked at the sky, which was gradually getting dark, "Uncle, it's getting dark, let's go!"

As for these corpses, they had never thought of disposing of them as it was too troublesome. As for whether anyone would find them, that was not their concern.

After leaving the grove, the carriage turned around and headed towards Shangtang Village. After all, after encountering such a thing, the thought of going to the gambling house to play a round had long been abandoned.

It was already completely dark, and Uncle Chai was driving the carriage very steadily. Hang Shuheng did not sit in the carriage, but sat outside side by side with Uncle Chai.

"Don't let Aning know about what happened today."

Uncle Chai nodded in agreement. Even if his master didn't give him any orders, he would not tell his wife.

In the cool breeze of the early autumn night, after a long silence, Hang Shuheng said quietly: "Uncle, the day after tomorrow is the Zhongyuan Festival. I will give you two days off tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

Uncle Chai's pupils shrank slightly, his hands holding the reins suddenly tightened, then slowly loosened, and his face gradually regained calm.

After a long while, he whispered, "Thank you, sir."