Chapter 8 Your Bicycle Is Pedaled By Others (1)

"A**hole, what are you doing!"

The furious roar came from a bald warrior, his face contorted with rage as he shouted at Chen Zhou.

Chen Zhou turned, responding with calm nonchalance, "As you can see, I'm beating your wife. Why, do you want to join in?"

The bald warrior's fists clenched, his body trembling with fury and fear. He recalled how the young man in blue had easily pushed him several meters away with a mere flick. Though he wanted to defend his wife, the reality was clear: this teenager was stronger. Engaging would mean facing the same humiliation and defeat as his wife.

Yet, watching his wife suffer was unbearable. Compelled to act, he glared at Chen Zhou and shouted, "You kid... just hit me gently!"

His heart bled. Though his wife was willful and capricious, she was undeniably beautiful. He typically wouldn't dare touch a single hair on her head, yet this stranger slapped her mercilessly.

It really fits the saying that you are reluctant to ride the bicycle, but others eagerly pedal it.

The onlookers were at a loss for words. What absurdity was this bald warrior spouting?

Chen Zhou couldn't help but chuckle, his mood lightened by the situation's absurdity after being insulted by the woman earlier.

Seeing that the bald man had inadvertently made him laugh, Chen Zhou turned his attention back to the woman in his grip. "If you curse someone, you should apologize, right?"

"Yes, I'm sorry! I—I will never do this again, haha..." she stammered, blood and broken teeth mixing as she spoke.

"Alright, you've made a mistake and corrected it. I forgive you." Chen Zhou released her.

[Help a gossiper stop spreading rumors, increase good deed value by 1.]

A small act of kindness is worth a thousand dollars, he thought as he turned away with satisfaction.

The bald warrior rushed to his wife's side, while the bystanders quickly parted for Chen Zhou, fearful of inciting the wrath of this fearsome young man.

Chen Zhou was already drawing attention, but now, after this incident, he had become the center of everyone's gaze. This former son-in-law of the Han family was not what they had anticipated.

Unbothered by the crowd's stares, Chen Zhou quickened his pace toward the Han Mansion nearby. He stood tall and straight, removing the cloth covering an ink-black spear as he walked. His earlier smile vanished, replaced by a solemn, murderous demeanor.

In that moment, the onlookers widened their eyes, suddenly understanding the purpose of Chen Zhou's visit. They had thought he returned to the Han house to continue his role as a son-in-law, but it was clear now—he was there to stir up trouble!

He was audacious! Judging by his posture, was he really planning to attack the Han Mansion alone?!

Even the bald warrior was stunned, unable to deny Chen Zhou's courage. The Han family was local gentry, their guards all seasoned warriors. How could this young man dare to confront them?

Silence enveloped the street. Everyone watched as Chen Zhou approached the Han Mansion, too intimidated to intervene.

Amid the shocked gazes, Chen Zhou reached for the door knocker and rapped against the grand vermilion door of the Han Mansion.

"Who is it?" came the doorman's respectful voice from inside.

"Me." Chen Zhou replied. "Please open the door."

"You? The second idiot of the Shen family?" The doorman recognized his voice, momentarily taken aback. "You're not dead yet?"

The doorman's tone turned sharp. "If you're not dead, get out of here! The Han family has nothing to do with you now. How dare a bastard like you return?"

Laughter from the maids echoed in the background.

The doorman, a mere gatekeeper, felt empowered in the presence of most visitors, but faced with Shen Zhou, he assumed a superior stance. A brave man directs his anger at those stronger than him, while the cowardly lash out at the weak.

Chen Zhou's expression remained impassive as he listened to the doorman's taunts. Then, without warning, he raised the spear in his hand and hurled it toward the door.

Boom!

The sturdy wooden door, reinforced with iron, splintered as if it were made of paper. The doorman's insults were abruptly silenced, replaced by the panicked screams of women within the Han Mansion.

[Help the concierge correct his bad habit of swearing, and gain another good deed point.]

"Why didn't you just open the door?" Chen Zhou muttered, eyes blazing. He then kicked the door with all his might.

Bang!

The door exploded inward, crashing to the ground with a resounding thud, revealing the courtyard of the Han Mansion.

Inside, several maids and servants froze, staring in horror at the unexpected intruder. The spear he had thrown was now embedded in the ground, a gruesome trophy with a corpse hanging from it—the rude doorman, impaled and lifeless.

"Be more polite in your next life!"

Chen Zhou's face was stern as he strode over and yanked the spear free. The maids and servants, now terrified, screamed and scattered.

"Murderer!"

"Quick, hurry up and inform the master!"

"Manager Zeng, someone is causing trouble!"

The commotion echoed throughout the courtyard. Chen Zhou didn't rush to chase the fleeing servants.

First, they were minor characters, and second, the Han Mansion was quick to respond. As they cried for help, reinforcements poured in from all directions, blocking the entrance to the front hall.

Around seventy or eighty guards in black martial arts uniforms brandished broadswords.

Leading them was a burly man in his forties, clad in black tights that showcased his muscular build, with piercing eyes like an eagle's.

These were the Han Mansion's guards, and the leader was Zeng, the strongest warrior among them.

Chen Zhou was unsure of Zeng's exact strength, but he suspected it wasn't very high. The vast Yan Country dwarfed even the largest nations of his previous life.

What could the warriors of such a small town like Changqing County be capable of?

When Manager Zeng recognized Chen Zhou, his alertness morphed into laughter.

"I thought it was some important figure breaking in, but it's just a little bastard like you?"

"Chen Zhou, you're so bold. After marrying into my Han family, it would have been fine if you were ungrateful, but you actually..."

Before Zeng could finish, Chen Zhou suddenly vanished from sight!

The guards were caught off guard. By the time they realized what was happening, Chen Zhou had already launched himself into their ranks, spear waving fiercely!

Sssss!!!

A crescent arc of light flashed through the crowd, and blood sprayed as bodies flew in all directions!

In a single strike, Chen Zhou killed five guards!

Manager Zeng's eyes widened. He couldn't follow the boy's movements.

What a joke! He was a second-level warrior—albeit a novice—but how could this weak boy, who had never learned martial arts, move with such speed?

Yesterday, Chen Zhou had looked as if he might die at any moment, yet today he was an entirely different person!

Amid his confusion, Manager Zeng's gaze locked with Chen Zhou's black eyes.

With a mocking tone, Chen Zhou said, "Tell me slowly; I'll listen while I kill."

Chen Zhou wasn't about to wait patiently for his opponent to finish threatening him.

Why not seize the initiative and strike first?