boyutpedia Chapter 47 Cousin! Qingyang! Don't be impulsive!
Chapter 47 Cousin! Qingyang! Don't be impulsive!
Zhang Yuan's eyes narrowed suddenly, flashing with a cold light, and his right hand instinctively pressed on the hilt of the ancient longsword at his waist.
He stepped forward, steadied the little beggar who was about to fall, and asked in a deep voice, "What happened? Tell me slowly!"
The little beggar gasped for breath, his voice trembling with fear and tears: "It's...it's those three bastards from last time! They...they're from the Black Tiger Gang! They kidnapped our boss, Scarface!"
"They said...they said you made the Black Tiger Gang lose face in the east of the city, and they'll...they'll make you pay! Scarface risked his life to protect us few, allowing us to escape and report...Waaah, Young Master Zhang, run! There are so many of them!"
Zhang Yuan's voice was as cold as ice: "Where's Scarface?"
"At...at the dock! They broke Scarface's leg and dragged him to the dock...Scarface yelled at us not to go and not to interfere with him..." The little beggar sobbed uncontrollably.
"The dock..." A flash of murderous intent crossed Zhang Yuan's eyes.
He released the little beggar and, without the slightest hesitation, turned and strode towards the east dock of the city!
His steps were swift and steady, his slender figure casting a long shadow in the setting sun, carrying an air of unwavering determination.
As he ran, deep within his mind, the semi-transparent system light screen suddenly rose up!
[Martial Arts]:
Chasing Wind Sword: Great Perfection (100%) → Derived to the "Sword Intent Initial Formation (Above Mortal Rank)" realm, requires lifespan consumption: 20 years!
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Yuan whispered to himself, his will slashing down like a knife:
"Confirmed to have consumed twenty years of lifespan, deducing the 'Initial Condensation of Sword Intent' level in the Chasing Wind Sword Technique!"
[Confirmed lifespan consumed: 20 years! Deduction and pursuit have reached the "Sword Intent Initial Formation (Above Mortal Rank)" realm!]
[Deduction begins...]
An indescribable chill instantly emanated from Zhang Yuan, as if countless invisible, extremely sharp sword threads were subtly flowing around him.
What was originally just a fast, accurate, and ruthless Wind Chasing Sword Technique has now been infused with a true killing intent that can cut through everything and pierce through illusion!
Instead of slowing down, he increased his speed and sped toward the blood-soaked dock!
The setting sun, like blood, dyed the dock a poignant red.
The wooden frame creaked in the evening breeze, like a sob.
When Zhang Yuan arrived at the dock, this was the scene he saw.
Xiao Yang bit his lip tightly as he supported a boy covered in blood whose right arm was severed at the shoulder.
There were three or four other injured and trembling little beggars around them.
Xiao Yang's servant Afu was holding a thin little girl. The girl's face was as white as paper, her eyes were closed, and her breath was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, as if she would disappear at any moment.
The most glaring thing is the tall wooden frame by the dock.
A familiar figure was roughly suspended by ropes, swaying weakly in the river wind; it was the scarred boy.
His right leg was twisted at an odd angle, clearly broken and then dragged and hung up.
His head hung limply, his face frozen in pain and resentment; he was already lifeless.
Zhang Yuan's gaze froze on the scarred man's swaying body in the wind, and a chilling coldness instantly swept through his body and rushed straight to his brain!
His right hand gripped the hilt of the ancient longsword at his waist tightly, his knuckles making a soft "click" sound from the excessive force.
The invisible killing intent, like a tangible ice spike, suddenly spread out from him, and even the surrounding air seemed to freeze a bit!
Just as the murderous intent was about to erupt, a voice filled with obvious rebuke and disdain suddenly rang out:
"Young master! What you've done today has utterly disgraced both the madam and the master!"
The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a middle-aged man with a cold and hard face, wearing a black tight-fitting martial arts robe, standing a few steps away with his arms crossed.
His sharp gaze swept over Xiao Yang, the one-armed beggar he was supporting, and the barely breathing girl in Afu's arms, his tone icy:
"To associate with such filthy beggars is already beneath one's dignity, yet to get involved in a conflict with local thugs and ruffians has even alarmed the entire household!"
"If it weren't for Madam's concern for her children, would she have sent me, Zhao Cong, to clean up this mess?"
"The person has been rescued. From now on... young master, please behave yourself and never do anything so disgraceful to your family again!"
After the middle-aged man in black robes finished speaking, he didn't wait for Xiao Yang's response. He snorted coldly, turned around and left, his figure quickly disappearing behind the messy piles of goods at the dock.
The girl he rescued was clearly only the one in Afu's arms.
Xiao Yang's face turned pale, and he bit his lower lip so hard that it almost drew blood.
He stared in the direction where the man in black had disappeared, his eyes filled with humiliation and anger, yet also with a deep sense of powerlessness.
When his gaze turned to Zhang Yuan, a hint of embarrassment and awkwardness crept into his complex emotions. His lips twitched slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word.
At the same time, a squad of guards dressed in county soldier uniforms shouted loudly to drive away the crowd that had gathered at the dock to watch the commotion: "Disperse! What are you all doing here? Trying to cause trouble? Get out of here!"
After dispersing the crowd, the captain of the soldiers, with a smile on his face, walked familiarly toward a burly man on the dock who was bare-chested, revealing thick chest hair and menacing tattoos.
The burly man was surrounded by seven or eight gang members wielding sticks and with fierce expressions.
The squad leader leaned closer to the burly man, lowering his voice with a hint of flattery: "Master Qin, this commotion... is a bit excessive."
"Although we've given instructions from above, your Black Tiger Gang has been causing Master Wang a lot of trouble lately. You should tone it down! It's not appropriate to leave this corpse hanging like this."
The burly man, known as "Master Qin," grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and nonchalantly patted the squad leader on the shoulder, his voice booming and unabashed: "Captain Sun, what are you saying!"
"These few blind rats dare to offend my Black Tiger Gang, and they even dare to protect that kid who offended us. If we don't hang them up for the poor bastards in the east of the city to see, how will I, Qin Hu, ever show my face at this dock again?"
"Rest assured, you and Master Wang will receive your due tribute, not a penny less! I, Old Qin, can easily handle this small matter!"
That's Qin Hu, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang.
Zhang Yuan narrowed his eyes.
Seeing Zhang Yuan's gaze fixed on Qin Hu and sensing the increasingly palpable killing intent emanating from him, Xiao Yang's heart tightened. He quickly stepped forward, forcefully pressing down on Zhang Yuan's arm gripping the knife hilt, his voice low and urgent: "Cousin! Qingyang! Don't be impulsive!"
"You are the son of Zhang Zhenshan, the Commandant of the Imperial Guards. Arguing with these scoundrels will only dirty your hands and dishonor your status! It's not worth it!"
Zhang Yuan's gaze swept over the heartbroken little beggars, over Xiao Yang's humiliated yet worried face, over the ugly collusion between the soldiers and the gangsters, and finally settled on the silent, accusing figure on the wooden frame.
He took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale the bloodshed, filth, and injustice of the dock deep into his lungs.
Then, he broke free from Xiao Yang's hand and, amidst everyone's astonished gazes, strode toward the pier where Qin Hu and the soldiers were!