Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 663: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (36)

Min Xiu didn't expect that these bottles and jars would cost so much money; he thought they were pretty-packaged water or milk.

With that thought in mind, he calmly watched as Song Zhishu handed over the money in her hand.

After Song Zhi finished dressing, she walked to his side, looked around, and then whispered, "I've bought it."

Min Xiu looked down at the shopping bag in her hand, which was filled with a bunch of bottles.

"How did you get here? What are you doing here?" Song Zhishu poked him, her voice muffled by the red cloth: "It's so far from home, and I'm worried about you being alone. I'll wait until you're done and then take you back." Min Xiu finally looked up at her, who exuded a sense of responsibility and duty. He wondered if she was even 165 cm tall, but she had the guts of a beast.

He didn't want to talk much, so he kept his mouth shut and stood against the wall like a piece of wood.

Song Zhishu had to admit that when Min Xiu was deliberately disguising himself, his presence was ridiculously low. Every time she entered a store, almost no one noticed him. Although he was dressed very conspicuously and had a slender figure, he was not thin. When Song Zhishu grabbed his arm, she could even feel the pulsation of his strong muscles.

Such a person, even if not swaggering around, should arouse suspicion. However, it was only after she paid the money and went to find Min Xiuzhe that the group was startled to see that there was another person there.

Song Zhishu didn't know who he was waiting for, so she squatted down and waited with him, humming a tuneless song and occasionally improvising a few lyrics that he couldn't understand.

When Min Xiu saw her coming, his lips under his hood moved, but in the end he didn't say anything, only uttering two words: "Stay away."

Stay away from him

Song Zhishu understood what he meant, touched the large red cloth on her face, and said with dissatisfaction, "You don't like how I look now?"

"Let me tell you, you black lump of coal aren't much better than me."

Min Xiu looked away, feeling that Song Zhishu now looked like a college student just entering society.

I used to think she was too mature for her age. She was so young, and her baby fat hadn't even disappeared yet. She had such a wise and understanding appearance.

He thought this indifferently, the thought flowing through his mind like cold water. Before the tide receded, he heard a rustling of grass.

There was no one around anymore; everyone had hurried home, afraid that the fire would spread to them.

"I told you to wait, and you actually waited!" Zi Dian pointed strangely at Min Xiuzhe, who had calmly stood up, then dismissed the thought, figuring he was just a lunatic. He tugged at the arm of the middle-aged man beside him, pointed at Min Xiuzhe, and arrogantly declared, "Dad! He's the one who stole the woman I like! Kill him! Cripple him!"

Hearing him threaten someone's life, Song Zhi frowned. When Zi Dian looked at him provocatively, he calmly gave him the middle finger again.

"..."

His face contorted in anger, and he pointed at Song Zhishu, viciously accusing her, "Father! Cripple that ungrateful woman too!"

If she weren't so tired from shopping, Song Zhishu would have jumped up and smacked him with 666.

The middle-aged man, possessing a shrewdness and feigned gentleness honed over half a lifetime, was utterly exposed like a fish on a chopping block when he saw Min Xiuze's gaze fixed intently on him. He had nowhere to hide, and with just that one glance, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back. He reached for a sharp dagger, its white blade reflecting blood in the sunlight.

Upon spotting his target, Min Xiu's aura suddenly changed, and he was about to step forward.

Startled by the action, the man took a step back and slapped Zi Dian hard on the back of the head with a loud "smack." Zi Dian, bewildered, quickly reached out to stop the fully armed Min Xiu Ze, who was about to attack.

"This, this, this gentleman!!" He covered his face and shouted, disregarding his appearance. But once Min Xiu saw his target, he was like a machine on a timer, unable to listen to a word from others.

Despair gripped the man, who cried out, "Min...! Min what was it again...!! No! My sir! I agree to hand over the management rights to you! Please don't hit me! Don't hit me!!"

Min Xiuzhe then stopped in his tracks, his imposing aura vanishing, replaced by a deathly silence. Min Xiuzhe's task was to have a letter sent every two weeks to a secluded, deserted residence under his name, along with a pre-announcement letter to the target. However, most people were arrogant and dismissed it as malicious intimidation, treating it as a joke.

They were alarmed when Min Xiuze came to their door.

However, most people wanted to struggle and fight to the death. As a result, their lackeys couldn't even touch him; he would appear beside the boss like a ghost. Some even sent local police for protection, but he seemed to possess some kind of divine power, never approaching them when the police were present.

Naturally, the young master has planted quite a few spies here.

Min Xiu acted secretly and swiftly, never wasting time or dragging things out. If someone was stubborn, he would beat them until they willingly handed over the operating rights and some other things he didn't understand.

The middle-aged man greeted them with a smile on his face, but inside he was weeping. The first task given to Min Xiuzhe by his superiors was to take on a major business in this area. The business wasn't huge, but it had a promising future and a wide network of connections. When he first received the letter, he scoffed at it and laughed his head off. However, just two days later, he returned to his hometown in disgrace, half-dead and crippled, with the money Min Xiuzhe's superiors had given him in exchange.

They just watched it for fun and didn't take it to heart. As a result, more and more brothers suffered. They seemed to value loyalty over profit on the surface, but who knew what they were really thinking? Even though he was extremely reluctant, he still handed it over directly to avoid being beaten for nothing.

But I was still filled with resentment.

Honestly, if they had guns, they would have torn this wicked devil to pieces long ago! Unfortunately, in this era, guns were underdeveloped and expensive, and the few merchants at the top had a strong desire for control and were trying to monopolize guns, so these small-time vendors dared to bully the people who were suffering in dire straits.

The fact that he could raise such a son proves that he was also a notorious troublemaker in his youth. Letting him off so easily is far too lenient.

But how could Min Xiuze understand this?

He was just a killing machine; once the mission was complete, he stopped, and the rest was no longer his concern.

The people here don't care which unscrupulous merchant dies or leaves; they just live their lives. The new person who takes their place sells goods at the same high prices and uses the same treacherous methods. To them, there's no difference. Otherwise, Min Xiu wouldn't be despised as their outlet for venting their anger: because only he can satisfy their resentment.

If the young master of Yuanji, the superior of Min Xiuze, could bestow some small favors and create some public opinion in this small place, reversing Min Xiuze's reputation would be a piece of cake. But why would the young master do such a thing? Not only would he lose profits, but he might even attract unwanted attention and unnecessary trouble.

Giving Min Xiuzhe his life was already a blessing; what was he still hoping for? Min Xiuzhe's face was cold; he didn't look at them again, turned his back, and disappeared into the rising spring mist.

This world

There was no one who loved him to begin with.