After our homes were confiscated and we were exiled, the women in my clan and I raised a million sol

Zhang Liang had just enjoyed the tranquility of a few bites of pastries and was about to savor this rare leisure time.

Suddenly, a subtle but clear sound of footsteps accompanied by low voices of conversation came from not far away, breaking the silence around the cabin.

He immediately became alert, and the pastry in his hand seemed to lose its appeal in an instant, and he placed it gently on the table.

Then, he skillfully patted the crumbs on his hands, a subtle flash of excitement and anticipation in his eyes, and muttered to himself, "It seems these people are finally here. I don't have to be so bored anymore."

At the same time, outside the hut, a group of men were following Ergouzi's men and arrived in front of the hut which looked a little shabby.

Their arrival added a bit of tension to the originally quiet environment.

The leading man looked at the unremarkable building in front of him with a frown on his face, obviously not satisfied with the situation here.

He turned his head and looked at Er Gouzi beside him with a questioning look, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure that cunning guy Zhang Liang is hiding in a place like this? This doesn't look like a place where people can hide."

Er Gouzi seemed to have anticipated such questions. He calmly explained, "Boss, think about it. The situation outside is tense right now, and they're looking for him everywhere. If he chooses a conspicuous or luxurious place to hide, wouldn't that be a trap?"

"On the contrary, seemingly inconspicuous and easily overlooked places like these are the most likely to become his hiding places. This way, he can avoid the eyes and ears of others while ensuring his own safety."

After listening to Ergouzi's analysis, the man nodded thoughtfully, with a hint of approval in his eyes.

Indeed, in these chaotic times, the biggest secrets often lie in the most inconspicuous places.

Then the man waved his hand and gave a brief and forceful order: "Everyone, move!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his men responded quickly and took out the grappling hooks they had prepared long ago from their backpacks.

These claws were like lightning in the night, cutting through the air and accurately hooking onto the wall of the cabin.

With slight noises, they nimbly climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard silently.

However, when they stepped into this seemingly ordinary courtyard, the scene before them made them freeze in their tracks, exchanging confused and uneasy glances with each other.

Zhang Liang, the target they had been pursuing, was sitting calmly on the stone bench in the middle of the courtyard, holding a teacup in his hand and a playful smile on his face, as if he had already anticipated all this.

"Is this guy an idiot? Why is he laughing like this when he sees us?"

One of the men couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, his voice full of confusion and suspicion.

Another subordinate was even more outspoken in expressing his fear: "I don't know, but when I saw that smile on his face, I felt inexplicably scared."

Seeing his men hesitating, the man became furious. He pushed away the men blocking his way and walked towards Zhang Liang with firm steps.

When he saw the face that was somewhat similar to Duke Wu, the hatred in his heart exploded instantly like ignited gunpowder.

He clenched his teeth, his eyes flashing with a cold light, as if he wanted to devour everything in front of him.

Zhang Liang raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw this. He spoke slowly, a hint of confusion in his voice: "I don't know who you are? What are your intentions in barging into my place?"

His tone was calm and composed, as if he didn't take these sudden visitors seriously.

When the man heard this, he sneered. The laughter was low at first, then gradually became louder, echoing throughout the entire courtyard, and it was particularly harsh.

He laughed and said, "Zhang Liang, don't you recognize me?"

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, full of hatred.

Zhang Liang was stunned by this sudden question. After looking at the man carefully, he shook his head and said frankly: "Why should I recognize you?" His eyes were clear, without any pretense.

The man's facial muscles twitched slightly when he heard this, and he nodded, as if to confirm his own guess.

Then, he gnashed his teeth with hatred and said, "Of course! A playboy like you naturally doesn't know the suffering and resentment of people like us at the bottom of society!"

After saying that, he raised his finger and pointed at Zhang Liang. His finger trembled slightly with anger, revealing the rage surging in his heart.

The man's fingers trembled as he pointed at the winding scar on his cheek. His voice became sharp with anger: "See! This is the masterpiece that the damned Duke Wu left me."

"Not only does it ruin my appearance, but it also causes excruciating pain every time it rains!"

When Zhang Liang heard his accusation, his expression was unusually calm, as if he was listening to a story that had nothing to do with him.

He responded calmly, "My father isn't the type to attack anyone casually. If he attacks you, it's for one reason only—you must have done something wrong."

The man became even more furious upon hearing this. He roared, "What have I done wrong? That damned old man had offended someone sent by the imperial court, and to help him settle the matter, they sent a few decent women over."

"Because of this incident, not only was he not grateful to me, he even tried to punish me by military law! If it weren't for me, that old guy would have been dealt with long ago!"

His voice echoed in the courtyard, filled with endless resentment and unwillingness.

After the man's angry accusation, Zhang Liang's eyes became as cold as ice.

He knew deep down that his father was not the kind of person who would abuse others without reason, and there must be a reason for every attack.

He spoke slowly, his voice filled with undeniable determination, "No wonder my father took action against you. Someone like you who only knows how to curry favor with those above you by using innocent people is nothing short of a scumbag."

These words shot into the man's heart like a sharp arrow, causing his eyes to widen and a red light flashed in them.

The murderous intent in him grew stronger, like an enraged beast, ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.

Then, the man burst into laughter, his voice filled with sarcasm and pride. "No matter what you say now, it's useless. Your Wuguo Mansion is gone, and you are wanted. This is the fate you deserve!"

His laughter echoed in the courtyard, carrying a kind of crazy pleasure, as if announcing the arrival of victory.

As the man proudly declared his victory, Zhang Liang sneered and shook his head, his eyes revealing disdain and contempt.

"Hearing what you said, it seems like you have me in your hands." He said slowly, with a hint of provocation in his voice.

When the man heard this, he glanced at him with disdain, a mocking smile on his face.

"Isn't it? There are so many of us here, and you're just one person! Even if one of us punches you, we can beat you into a pulp!"

His words were full of confidence and arrogance.

However, Zhang Liang's face did not show any fear, but instead showed a thoughtful expression.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and then suddenly, as if he had suddenly realized something, he said with a smile, "So, having more people means winning. If that's the case, then I should definitely win too."

After saying this, Zhang Liang clapped his hands gently. This seemingly simple action, like a signal, instantly changed the situation on the field.

Immediately afterwards, a large group of people holding bows and arrows suddenly appeared on the wall of the hut. They aimed at the people below one by one, and their arrows flashed with cold light, as if they would shoot at the arrogant invaders in the next moment.