Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

"Tingting, are you alright?"

Grandpa Wang called out to Tingting from afar, and rushed over immediately, very worried about Jiang Siting's safety.

"Father, I'm alright."

Jiang Siting remained calm. Old Master Wang loved her, but he had also suffered quite a bit.

If the head of the household cannot be fair and just at home, is controlled by his wife, and has half-children who do not listen to him, the family is destined to be chaotic.

Wang Shiping stood behind Old Master Wang, his eyes filled with malice as he looked at Jiang Siting. He said viciously, "If she weren't in the group, this life-or-death situation wouldn't have happened."

"Hmph, if it weren't for you, you bastard, we wouldn't have lost so many brothers."

Wang Shi'an's left arm was slashed during the fight, and he was currently bandaging it up in front of the other side; otherwise, the two brothers would have mocked him together.

Old Master Wang's face darkened, and he immediately rebuked him.

"Shut up and apologize to your sister."

“Apologize? What is she? She’s not even as good as a dog. She only disgraces the Wang family and doesn’t deserve my apology.”

Wang Shiping showed no respect to Old Master Wang. In the family, his mother ranked first, he second, his younger brother third, and only then did Old Master Wang, who struggled to support the family, receive his dues.

As for Jiang Siting, she's not even a member of the Wang family; even stray dogs have a higher status than her.

This is one of the advantages of having a strong, protective mother.

Old Master Wang was furious and let out a deep sigh.

Even an upright official finds it difficult to settle family disputes, and he could only vent his anger.

Zheng Qian was also furious. Zhang Tiezhu was his brother's subordinate, and Jiang Siting was his only friend.

How dare you, a mere idiot, insult my friend?

He jumped off the carriage and approached Wang Shiping step by step.

Everyone noticed the fat man in black's movements; it was him who shouted "Black-Clad Killer God" when the bandits ran away.

The strong are respected.

Wang Shiping watched the fat man in black approach. He didn't know the fat man was there for Jiang Siting, and thought he was a master hired by Old Master Wang. He put on a kind smile and bowed.

"Thank you for your help, sir. May I ask your honorable name?"

Snap, snap.

Two large slaps landed on Wang Shiping's face. He felt as if the sky was completely dark, and only his eyes were seeing stars.

Two streams of blood gushed from his nose, and his face swelled up instantly.

It was so sudden; everyone was completely baffled by the fat man in black's actions.

Brother, are you kidding me?

That's the son of a sugar daddy, a little sugar daddy, you can just beat him up like that, don't you want the money?

"If a child is not taught properly, it is the father's fault; if the teaching is not strict, it is the teacher's laziness. As a father, he is the child's first teacher, and Mr. Wang still needs to discipline him more."

Zheng Qian lowered his voice so that no one could recognize it as his own, and continued speaking.

"If there's a next time, I'll cut off your tongue, pierce your throat, and shut you up forever."

clap clap.

Applause erupted, and the madam and her second madam clapped.

Well said, that's so well said.

If it weren't for Tingting's intervention, Wang's Teahouse would have been removed from the list long ago.

Unbeknownst to everyone, when Wang Shiping spoke, a green light flashed in the eyes of both the madam and the second madam.

Light slowly returned to Wang Shiping's eyes, and his mind gradually regained its clarity.

"you……"

Just as he was about to utter some harsh words, Wang Shiping met Zheng Qian's icy gaze and swallowed his words back.

Dozens of corpses were piled up next to the carriage, and Zhang Mazi's corpse was right in front of him, so he dared not act recklessly.

He turned and walked to the front of the line to complain to his mother.

Old Master Wang remained expressionless, revealing no hint of his thoughts, and bowed respectfully to Zheng Qian.

"Thank you for your help in protecting my daughter, young master. I am deeply grateful."

After all, he's a big shot in the business world for decades. Even though both sides are his children, he still has to save face.

You should talk to me privately. You beat my son in public and then tried to teach me a lesson. Can't you give me some face?

Looking at Jiang Siting, Grandpa Wang's face instantly lit up with a smile.

"Tingting, it's still too dangerous up there. Come with Daddy."

"No need, Father, I'm fine with you from behind."

Jiang Siting still refused Old Master Wang's offer and instead walked towards Zheng Qian, curtsying in greeting.

"Thank you, sir."

Grandpa Wang's smile froze on his face.

A daughter is like a tree that cannot be kept at home once she grows up; she doesn't even give her father face anymore.

At the very front of the line, Wang Shiping, sporting a pig's head, complained to a woman who was as fat as a pig.

"Mom, he came up and hit me with two big blouses, and my nose started bleeding."

"Where's your dad? Wasn't he with you? Didn't that good-for-nothing help you?"

"My father didn't say anything."

"Fine, you've forgotten about your mother as soon as you met that bitch Jiang Siting. Come on, Mom will take you to kill that bastard who beat you up."

"Mom, he's very skilled in martial arts."

"High? What's there to be afraid of? We have money, we can hire someone to kill him. Whoever hits my precious son, I'll kill them."

The woman's eyes, squeezed shut by her fat, revealed a fierce look.

Dust kicked up with every step, and my flesh trembled.

Cao Zhenxiong was directing his men to inspect the goods and count the number of casualties when a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Chief Cao, help me kill someone."

"Whom does the lady want to kill?"

"The person who hit my son."

"Who is he?"

"No matter who it is, the person who hit my son must die."

"No, I meant to ask you who he is?"

"I don't care who he is, no one can hit my son."

Cao Zhenxiong frowned. This woman must be a complete idiot.

Wang Shiping was very excited and shouted, pointing at Zheng Qian, who was fifty meters away.

"It's that fat guy in black, the fat guy standing in front of the carriage."

Following Wang Shiping's hand, Cao Zhenxiong saw a fat man dressed entirely in black, even his shoes were black.

The bandit who shouted "Black-Clad Killer" as he fled must have been him.

If you're just a low-level employee, it's fine to handle any requests from the boss without any problem.

But the enemy has fighting capabilities; there are dozens of corpses lying on the ground.

How could someone like that be easily dealt with?

This woman was clearly a resentful housewife who lived a secluded life, oblivious to the dangers of the world. She didn't know that there was no such thing as a free lunch in the martial arts world. She was used to being domineering at home and assumed that the martial arts world was like her home, where she could order others around at will.

"Cannot be killed."

Cao Zhenxiong shook his head and continued to direct his men to count the goods.

These goods are all convoys; if any are missing, he will have to compensate three times the price.

"What? You can't kill them? What did we invite you here for? Tell me."

Zhou lost her temper on the spot, but Cao Zhenxiong successfully diverted her anger.

The Cao family members all stopped working and glared at Zhou Shi with hostility.

How dare you insult our gang leader? You want to die?

Believe it or not, I'll kill you all and take all the goods from your Wang's Teahouse.

The richest tea merchant in Lvchang County—it's very tempting.

"hehe."

Cao Zhenxiong grinned wickedly, staring at Zhou Shi with hostile eyes.

"Want to kill someone? Simple, you'll have to pay up."

Zhou didn't care what the Cao family was thinking and asked loudly.

"Money, how much do you want?"

"Not much, ten taels. Ten taels to kill one person, you can kill as many as you want."

Zhou was heartbroken; that was ten cows! But seeing her son's face swollen like a pig's head, she reluctantly agreed.

"Ten taels it is, chop off his hands and feed them to the dogs."

Cao Zhenxiong grinned crookedly.

"no problem."

After speaking, he nodded to his subordinates, and everyone put down their work and walked towards Zheng Qian.