Chapter 6 Minotaur Warrior (1)

The sudden reminder in his mind made Chen Zhou smile.

If this was in his previous life, he would have hesitated, but things were different now. In his previous life, good people were rarely rewarded, but in this life, he could truly gain benefits by doing good deeds!

After all, he possessed the "Record of Merits," and this time, it was much more generous and serious—granting him 10 good deed points at once!

Chen Zhou immediately embraced the law of "true fragrance" and decided to act bravely for what was right. He had to act!

"There are still eight left. Looks like I can make a fortune this time."

His cold voice echoed as he spoke to himself, turning to look at Boss Zhang, who was still stunned.

At the same time, he took off the items strapped behind him and gave them a light shake. The white cloth fell away, revealing a black spear!

Boss Zhang finally snapped out of his shock. The other party hadn't even given him a chance to speak before killing his subordinate outright?

No longer interested in playing with women, he roared, "This guy's insane—everyone, get him!"

His lackeys let out strange cries, drew their swords, and charged at Chen Zhou.

"Oh? You're really going through with this?" Chen Zhou let out a sinister laugh, his spear cutting through the air as he lunged forward.

Puff! A massive hole was punched through the first thug's chest as if his body were made of tofu. The spear, as fierce as ever, continued its trajectory and skewered a second man right behind him.

Without hesitation, Chen Zhou lifted the spear—both impaled men still attached—stepped forward, and swept the weapon across with immense force!

Boom!!!

The powerful strike tore through the air, sending three more knife-wielding thugs flying like rag dolls. They landed heavily on the street, their chests torn open, white bones visible amidst the carnage. Survival was impossible.

The entire exchange lasted mere moments. Only then did Boss Zhang truly grasp the horror of the situation. This wasn't at all what he expected. How could this fool-turned-son-in-law be so terrifyingly strong?!

His men were martial artists, trained to fight. Normally, dealing with a weakling like Chen Zhou should've been as easy as stepping on a stray dog.

If he was this powerful, would the Han family really have dared to kick him out?!

Bang!

While Zhang was still reeling, another muffled impact rang out. Two more of his men were sent flying, blood and flesh scattering in the air.

In less than three seconds, all of his subordinates lay on the ground, lifeless. Zhang's heart pounded as he watched Chen Zhou casually flick the two corpses off his spear.

Those cold, dark eyes locked onto him.

"Your turn," came a mocking whisper.

Boss Zhang couldn't bear the fear any longer. He dropped to his knees with a heavy thud. "Brother, uncle, please spare me! I was just here to collect a debt—I had no ill intentions!"

"It's only natural to repay a debt! Besides, I'm the leader of the Black Tiger Gang, so please, show me some respect..."

Swish!

The next moment, his head flew from his shoulders.

"Go ask Shen Mao for your money yourself."

Killing had become easy. Almost enjoyable. Chen Zhou exhaled lightly, wiped his bloodstained spear on Boss Zhang's clothes, then picked up the white cloth and rewrapped the weapon before strapping it back on.

[Villain eliminated. Good deed value increased by 20.]

[Current good deed value: 100 points.]

"Rounded off. This Merit Record is really thoughtful. Reaching 100 points so quickly..." Chen Zhou smirked. "It seems killing is far more efficient than just beating people."

After all, if you just beat someone up, they might come back for revenge. But if you kill them… well, they'd have to wait for their next life.

The street fell into dead silence. The bullied woman huddled in a corner, trembling and sobbing. The surrounding vendors and passersby were stunned, but none ran away.

"Why aren't you running?" Chen Zhou asked curiously. "Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm scared," a vendor trembled as he whispered, "but I want to see them die with my own eyes..."

The other bystanders nodded, their expressions a mixture of fear and immense relief. For once, their fear of the Black Tiger Gang was outweighed by their satisfaction at seeing them wiped out.

If the Black Tiger Gang set their sights on you, the only way to avoid disaster was to pay. Those who couldn't afford to were doomed—men were beaten and forced to kneel, while women suffered fates far worse.

And this was only a glimpse of life in Yan State. Under layers of exploitation from the ruling class, ordinary people had no dignity. They were trampled on at will.

Resistance?

Wishful thinking. In the feudal era of his past life, there had been successful peasant uprisings—beggars had become emperors.

But in this world, the possibility was near zero.

The reason was simple: this was a world of advanced martial arts.

The lower classes had no access to extraordinary power. Any rebellion would be crushed with ease.

And acquiring that power required immense cultivation resources—resources that were tightly controlled by the ruling elite. They had effectively severed any chance of an uprising at the root.

Unless… one possessed a heaven-defying golden finger.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Zhou felt a sense of resonance with these struggling people. He had spent his previous life as a mere slave—he understood their plight. His voice softened as he addressed the crowd:

"If the Black Tiger Gang troubles anyone again, tell them to come to the Han Mansion and find me. Bring their friends too."

With those words, he turned and left, disappearing amid the grateful gazes of the people.

...

In the boudoir of Han Wan'er, the daughter of the Han family, within the Han Mansion of Changqing City.

As the wealthiest family in town, even the young lady's dressing room was lavishly adorned—red lacquered beams, exquisite carvings, a display of refined elegance.

Han Wan'er sat before a mirror, applying her makeup. Her long black hair cascaded like a waterfall, her bright eyes, red lips, and fair complexion radiating delicate beauty.

"The young lady is finally getting married for real this time! No more dealing with that idiot husband every day!" a maid chirped happily.

Han Wan'er chuckled. Indeed, though her young husband had died just yesterday, she was set to remarry in a week.

This time, her groom was Zhao Jing, the son of Changqing County's magistrate. He held power, her family held wealth—a perfect match.

In truth, she had already developed a relationship with Zhao Jing a month ago. Though they had only met briefly, she had always valued her reputation and upheld propriety.

Of course, sinking the boat was a necessary act of self-preservation—it didn't count.

Now, with her supposed illness cured and her dim-witted husband gone, all obstacles were removed. The relationship between her and Zhao Jing could now progress freely.

Just then, a young man in a brocade robe pushed open the door and strode in.

"Zhao Lang..." Han Wan'er called out gently.

It was Zhao Jing, her fiancé.

"Haha, Wan'er, I came to check on our wedding preparations," Zhao Jing said with a grin, dismissing the maids with a wave of his hand.

"Everything is nearly ready," Han Wan'er replied. "The invitations have been sent."

"Good. It will be a grand occasion." Zhao Jing approached her, massaging her shoulders. "Ah, but such a shame that idiot Shen died. If he were still around, our future would have been more entertaining..."

At this point, Zhao Jing's lips curled into a mysterious smile, and Han Wan'er frowned slightly. This wasn't the first time he had spoken about such matters.

Although Zhao Jing appears gentle, his actions are notorious, and he can only be described as a pervert. His favorite pastime is killing minotaurs (cheated husbands), his cruelest joy came from watching despair bloom in a man's eyes as he took everything from him.

He had even devised a sinister contraption—an apparatus designed solely to hold a victim's eyelids open, ensuring they could not avert their gaze from their own humiliation.

Many unfortunate souls had suffered under his twisted amusements.