Chapter 9 Idiot Who Likes to Commit Suicide (1)

"A**hole!"

Manager Zeng was stunned by Chen Zhou's ruthless efficiency. He immediately shouted, "Get him! All of you, now!"

After a brief moment of hesitation, dozens of warriors surged forward, weapons gleaming. But before they could get close, a cold wind howled as Chen Zhou's spear cut through the air—severing heads like slicing through ripe fruit!

Even those attempting to ambush him from behind were swiftly cut down. Chen Zhou turned with lightning speed, his spear moving so fast that his enemies seemed to be caught in slow motion. By the time they raised their weapons, he had already struck seven or eight times.

These guards were mere first-level warriors. In terms of realm, Chen Zhou outclassed them. In terms of physique, he crushed them completely!

For Chen Zhou, killing them was no different from killing chickens standing still.

Within seconds, all those who had dared to approach him lay dead. The remaining guards froze, their bodies stiff with terror, as though they had plunged into an icy abyss. None dared to take another step forward.

"What an arrogant brat!"

Manager Zeng felt his scalp prickle. He had no time for hesitation. Pushing off the ground with all his might, he crossed several meters in an instant, charging straight at Chen Zhou.

He carried no weapon—because he himself was a weapon.

Manager Zeng practiced the Iron Shirt technique, a martial art that required years of conditioning. He had spent his life soaking in medicinal baths and hardening his body against wooden stakes and stone walls. Now, his Iron Shirt had reached its pinnacle, making his body as tough as steel, impervious to blades and axes.

His aura, at the second level of the Second Realm, exploded outward. The force of it alone sent nearby dust swirling and made the onlookers' clothes ripple.

Chen Zhou's eyes narrowed. He had considered Manager Zeng the greatest obstacle in his attack on the Han Mansion, so when Zeng made his move, he responded immediately.

A fire lit up in his dark eyes. His aura surged, climbing to new heights!

Despise the enemy strategically, but take them seriously tactically.

Chen Zhou decided to go all out.

"You... you're also in the Second Realm?!"

Manager Zeng's pupils shrank as he sensed Chen Zhou's overwhelming aura. Questions flooded his mind, but he had no choice now—the arrow had already left the bow. He threw a powerful punch aimed directly at Chen Zhou's face!

To him, this attack was absolute. But in Chen Zhou's eyes, it was just as slow as the guards' feeble attempts.

The spear in Chen Zhou's hands moved first, slicing through the air and reaching Zeng's chest before the punch could land.

A glimmer of excitement flashed across Manager Zeng's face—this was exactly what he excelled at! He didn't dodge. Instead, he flexed his muscles and charged forward with full force.

This was his "Iron Shirt of Confidence."

With a sickening puff!

A sharp pain exploded in his chest. His momentum came to an abrupt halt.

Manager Zeng looked down in disbelief. Chen Zhou's spear had effortlessly pierced his "impenetrable" Iron Shirt, skewering him mid-air.

His pupils dilated. His mouth opened, but no words came out.

"Impossible... my Iron Shirt..."

Chen Zhou smirked, his tone laced with mockery. "Wow. Have you always been this brave? A so-called expert at your level actually ran headfirst into my spear."

Humiliation surged through Manager Zeng's fading consciousness. But before he could process the insult, his life slipped away. His last thought was of the sheer absurdity of his own death.

From an outsider's perspective, his actions had been nothing short of suicidal. But the guards knew how terrifying his body's defense had been. Countless renowned warriors in Changqing County had struggled to leave a scratch on him. And yet, Chen Zhou had killed him with a single strike!

How monstrous was this man's strength?

[Killed a Level 2 Villain: +70 Good Deeds]

[Killed fifteen Level 1 Villains: +150 Good Deeds]

The "Record of Merits" diligently recorded Chen Zhou's achievements. The guards of the Han Mansion had long abused their power, oppressing the weak and committing countless atrocities. Calling them villains was no exaggeration.

With the sub-boss dealt with, Chen Zhou turned his gaze to the remaining guards. Manager Zeng's corpse slid off his spear, the wet sound of it sending chills down their spines. Combined with Chen Zhou's blood-soaked appearance, he looked like a demon straight out of hell.

The remaining guards had long since lost their will to fight. Their bodies trembled, and in the next moment, they turned and fled in utter panic.

They were guards, not death warriors. Who in their right mind would keep fighting against such an unstoppable force?

Chen Zhou stepped forward and rifled through Manager Zeng's belongings, hoping to find some martial arts manuals or valuable items. To his disappointment, he found nothing but a few silver banknotes.

Seriously? Shouldn't villains carry secret techniques and artifacts, only to be conveniently looted by the protagonist?

Shaking his head, he continued towards the depths of the Han Mansion. The nameless underlings weren't worth his time—his priority was eliminating the key figures before they could escape....

In the grand hall, a middle-aged man with a large belly reclined on the master's seat, sipping tea. He was Han Jinrong, head of the Han family.

Seated beside him were several elegantly dressed women—his concubines. Han Jinrong had married seven wives, yet despite his wealth and status, he had only fathered one son and one daughter.

Because of this, he cherished his children, spoiling them without restraint. When Han Wan'er had fallen gravely ill, he had spared no effort or expense to ensure her recovery.

The sudden commotion outside made Han Jinrong frown in displeasure.

"What's going on? Why is there such a ruckus?" he demanded.

A servant burst into the hall, breathless and panicked. "Master! Chen Zhou has returned!"

"That idiot?" One of the concubines, the third wife, raised an eyebrow. "He's still alive?"

"What a surprise!" the second wife scoffed. "I thought he would've dropped dead by now."

"Hah! Poor people are like cockroaches—hard to kill!" another concubine sneered.

"Maybe he's here to beg for money," someone suggested with a laugh.

Han Jinrong's brows furrowed in irritation. "Greedy wretch. I already gave his brother several hundred taels of silver—now he dares to come asking for more?"

To him, Chen Zhou was nothing but a disposable pawn, only valuable for curing his daughter's illness. If not for that, he would never have been allowed into the Han family, let alone married to his precious daughter.

"Master!" The servant interrupted, his voice trembling. "Chen Zhou—he… he killed the guards!"

The hall fell into stunned silence.

For a moment, nobody spoke, disbelief painted across their faces.

Han Jinrong's expression darkened. "Are you sure you're not hallucinating?"

The servant nodded frantically. "I saw it with my own eyes! He cut them down like they were nothing!"

Han Jinrong's face twitched, and his fingers tightened around his teacup.

"What about Manager Zeng?" he asked, barely concealing his unease.

"Manager Zeng immediately took people to deal with it!"

"Good." Han Jinrong nodded, his expression relaxing slightly.

Manager Zeng was highly skilled in martial arts, and the Han Mansion had dozens of guards. Even though he couldn't understand how Chen Zhou had suddenly become so formidable, the numbers were still in his favor. With so many people against a single opponent, victory was inevitable.