The boss is coming, the scumbag is going to be in trouble

"Bang, bang, bang!" Just a few clatters. No one cared about face at this moment. They just wanted Xihe and the other two to see their sincerity so that they could escape.

Those who did not speak ill of the Shangguan family were spared by Feng Qi.

Feng Qi ignored the people begging on the ground. She stood in front of the remaining people and killed them with a knife and a hand. Soon, a large number of them fell down.

The people in the private room also heard the screams from below. They hid in the room and didn't dare to come down. They huddled inside and trembled all over.

They all regretted it deeply and wanted to take back what they had just said. As for regret, that was not the case. They were still cursing Xihe and the others in their hearts, thinking that they were meddling in their affairs.

They didn't think it was someone from the Shangguan family, because the Shangguan family was originally the result of the emperor and many ministers in the court, and they all knew that there was no one left in the Shangguan family.

Even the side branches were slaughtered, and they just thought that it was people from the underworld who came to vent the anger of the Shangguan family.

Feng Qi cut off one hand of everyone in the hall, and then walked towards the second floor.

Those people had already been tied up by Xihe and tied at the stairs, and also went upstairs.

Xihe did not think their end was cruel at all. Several generations of the Shangguan family had guarded the border for this country, and countless young people had died.

These people enjoy the peace created by others without being grateful, and even after they are all gone, they do not do any good deeds.

Asking them to do one hand would be a bargain for them.

"Bang!" Feng Qi kicked open the private room facing the stairs. She looked at the people inside coldly.

"You...what are you doing?" The young lady inside looked at Feng Qi and the others in horror, her lips trembling as she said, "I am...my father is the Minister of Chancellery. If you hurt me, he will definitely not let you go..."

"That's what you said just now!" Xihe walked up to her and said coldly.

"I, I didn't say anything, you can't accuse me..." She was trembling all over, but still gritted her teeth to defend herself.

"Swish!" Xihe tore the brocade on her body, revealing a patch of white.

"Ah..." The young lady screamed and hurriedly covered her shoulders with the rags.

Seeing this, the maid beside her hurriedly took off her coat and covered her with it.

"I'll let you go, go now!" Xihe said and left her private room.

When the young lady saw that Xihe had really left, she stumbled towards the first floor with the help of her maid.

When he reached the lobby downstairs, he saw the mess on the floor. She screamed and rushed out the door, and her coat slipped off her shoulders.

People on the street smiled meaningfully when they saw her. When she came to her senses, she saw her half-naked body.

She screamed and fainted. The maid chased after her and picked up her coat on the ground to cover her body.

Xihe was very satisfied to see her appearance, but he didn't know if she would continue to talk nonsense after waking up.

She didn't feel cruel at all about her fate. Her father was also one of the murderers. As a beneficiary, she also had to pay the price.

The private rooms on the second floor were kicked open by the two men, and everyone inside was beaten up. Some of them resisted, but they were no match for Xihe at all and were beaten badly by Xihe.

After everyone was dealt with, the two returned to the first floor. The owner and the waiter of the teahouse were looking at the bloodstains on the ground with trepidation.

They also thought about escaping, but they couldn't get out of the teahouse at all.

When they saw Xihe and the other person, a hint of fear flashed in their eyes.

"Tell me! Who is the boss behind you?" Xihe found a clean seat and sat down, staring at the teahouse owner with a cold expression.

"Sir... hero, our boss is the one from the palace..." The shopkeeper answered quickly, suppressing his fear.

"That beast is one of yours too, right?" Xihe pointed at the half-dead storyteller lying on the ground and asked coldly.

"Yes, yes, he is ours."

The shopkeeper answered hastily, then thought that since he had already said it, it would not matter if he said more. He gritted his teeth and continued, "We have received orders to talk about the Shangguan family here today..."

The shopkeeper looked at Xihe's expressionless face and hurriedly knelt on the ground.

"Is the Shangguan family wrong?"

The shopkeeper shook his head desperately. Everyone in the capital knew about the Shangguan family's injustice. But the emperor ordered his subjects to die, and the subjects had to die. They could only follow the emperor's orders.

"Hmph!" A heavy pressure emanated from Xihe, making it impossible for the shopkeeper and the clerk to raise their heads.

Xihe pointed at the motionless storyteller on the ground and asked, "Are you still alive? If you are, please make a sound."

The storyteller, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, immediately sat up after hearing this. He didn't even dare to wipe the blood off his head. He looked at Xihe and said flatteringly, "Lady, I'm still alive. Please tell me what you need..."

"You know very well what's going on with the Shangguan family. Tell them about it on the street."

As soon as Xihe finished speaking, the storyteller Shang Ying's legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

"Lady, lady, please spare me! Please spare me!" Shang Ying kowtowed and wailed, "If I tell you, my whole family will die. Please have some mercy!"

"If you don't tell me, then die!" Xihe said as the dagger in his hand flew towards him.

Under Shang Ying's horrified eyes, the dagger pierced into his shoulder and bright red liquid quickly gushed out.

"I...I said..." Shang Ying knew that Xihe really wanted to kill him. He didn't want to die and wanted to live, so he endured the pain and agreed.

Xihe pointed at the teahouse owner lying on the ground and said coldly, "Go, give him some writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone."

"Yes." The shopkeeper did not dare to delay and hurried into the inner room to take out what Xihe wanted and quickly placed it in front of Shang Ying.

"write down."

Shang Ying did not dare to hesitate and picked up the brush on the table and started writing quickly. There was a dagger stuck in his body and he had lost too much blood. Soon he was on the verge of collapse.

"Bandage him and don't let him die." Xihe looked at the shopkeeper and ordered.

"Yes, yes, yes..." Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper immediately got up again, found the medicine and started bandaging Shang Ying without stopping.

Shang Ying didn't dare to stop. He endured the pain and wrote down the whole story stroke by stroke.

After he wrote the last word, he fell headfirst to the ground.

When other people saw this, they didn't dare to go forward to support him. The shopkeeper carefully brought the things written by Shang Ying to Xihe.

"Madam, lady, please look..."

Xihe took it and flipped through it. He thought the writing was really good and said coldly, "Do you all know how to read?"

"Yes, we have all been trained." The shopkeeper replied hurriedly.