Chapter 10 You Are That Hungry (1)

"It's quite interesting. A fool on the brink of death can actually kill people?!" 

Hearing this, a young man seated below became intrigued. He stood up and walked toward the door. "Hey, Father, I'm going to check out the fun!" 

The young man was Han Jinrong's eldest son, Han Long. Back when Chen Zhou lived in the Han Mansion, Han Long frequently bullied and tormented him. 

He had tricked the fool into jumping into a cesspool, leaving him covered in filth. He had once framed Chen Zhou for peeping at his father's concubine while she was bathing, earning him a brutal beating. At first, Chen Zhou resisted, but after enduring countless beatings, he became obedient—like a trained dog. 

It was a pity that such an entertaining toy was about to die. 

Han Jinrong merely nodded, showing no concern. 

Han Long hummed a little tune as he strolled outside. Meanwhile, the people in the hall relaxed, shifting their conversation to a more delightful topic—the upcoming marriage between Han Wan'er and Zhao Jing. They smiled, discussing the prosperity that this union would bring to the Han family. 

A mere doorman had died? It was no big deal. They could always hire another. 

But just seconds later, their cheerful atmosphere was shattered by a series of wretched screams from the courtyard. 

The shrieks of guards and servants pierced the air like a sharp blade. 

The hall fell into a dead silence. Everyone exchanged nervous glances, a chill creeping up their spines. 

Han Jinrong's face darkened. He could no longer sit still. "What's going on?" he demanded, turning to a trembling servant. "Are you sure Chen Zhou came alone?" 

"Y-yes!" the servant stammered. 

"Then what's causing this commotion?" Han Jinrong pressed. 

The servant had no answer. 

A foreboding feeling surged within Han Jinrong. His face paled as he shouted, "Quick! Go call the young master back!" 

"Yes, sir!" 

The servant turned on his heel to rush out, but before he could take more than a few steps, a dark shadow suddenly flew in from outside, smashing into him like a cannonball! 

Bang!

The impact sent both the servant and the unknown object hurtling backward, embedding them into the wall. Blood trickled down the cracks. 

"Ahhh!" 

A chorus of screams erupted from the wives, concubines, and maids. 

As they recoiled in horror, a young man in blue robes stepped into the hall, his movements casual and unhurried. 

His sharp, handsome face was unmistakable. 

Chen Zhou. 

His lips curled into a smile as he looked straight at Han Jinrong. 

"Father-in-law, weren't you looking for your son? I brought him back to you personally." 

"Sent him back...?" Han Jinrong was momentarily stunned. Then, a horrifying realization struck him. He whipped his head around to look at the wall— 

—where Han Long's mangled body lay twisted and broken, entangled with the lifeless servant. Their bones jutted out, their features barely recognizable. 

Han Jinrong's heart clenched in agony. His scream tore through the hall. 

"MY SON!" 

[Sent the son to meet his father. Good deed value +30.] 

The mechanical notification from the **Record of Merits** stood in stark contrast to Han Jinrong's devastated cries. 

Chen Zhou, however, remained indifferent. He swept his gaze over the room, then clapped his hands together, grinning. 

"Great, great! Everyone's here. Now I won't have to waste time searching for them one by one." 

His expression darkened slightly. 

"But… why is someone missing?" 

His eyes narrowed. 

"Where's my wife?" 

Han Wan'er was absent. 

It was like sitting down to a feast only to find that the main course was missing. It ruined the appetite. 

No one answered. 

Suddenly, one of the concubines—the second concubine—broke into a desperate run toward the inner rooms, hoping to escape. 

Whoosh! 

A spear cut through the air, piercing through her back and out her chest. 

Puff! 

The second concubine collapsed onto the ground, her body twitching for a brief moment before going still. 

[Eliminated a malicious woman. Good deed value +30.] 

Chen Zhou chuckled. "Quite the windfall today." 

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "The Han family is really lacking in manners. Running off before I finish speaking? How rude." 

The others were frozen in terror. 

Once, they had laughed at Chen Zhou. They had mocked him as a lowly fool, someone they could toy with and humiliate as they pleased. 

But now, that so-called fool had become a demon—a god of slaughter. 

Han Jinrong trembled, barely able to force out a question. "W-what are you here for?" 

Chen Zhou strode toward him, his smile never fading. "Why, to see my father-in-law off, of course." 

He let out a sigh. "Unfortunately, I forgot to bring a bell to toll in your honor. But no worries…" 

He reached out, his fingers wrapping around Han Jinrong's fat neck. 

"I'll make sure you hear the ringing in your head instead." 

Snap! 

A sickening crunch echoed through the hall as Chen Zhou twisted Han Jinrong's head like wringing out a wet rag. 

The patriarch of the Han family slumped over, his life extinguished in an instant. 

[Eliminated a greedy and treacherous criminal. Good deed value +100.] 

Chen Zhou sneered. "Tsk. Killing this bastard was worth a whole group of lesser scum." 

His gaze swept across the remaining concubines and servants. He cracked his knuckles. 

Then, like a reaper harvesting wheat, he struck. 

Bang! 

He punched the third concubine, sending her crashing into the floor, her skull caving in on impact. 

Before her body could even settle, he was already upon the next person. 

Bang! Bang! Bang! 

One by one, they fell. 

Blood splattered across the hall, staining the once-lavish decorations. The room was filled with cries of agony and pleas for mercy. 

But mercy was a luxury Chen Zhou refused to give. 

"AHHHH!" 

"RUN!"

"HELP!"

Panic erupted. 

The remaining concubines and servants scrambled to flee, screaming for their lives. But they were mere commoners—where could they possibly run? 

Soon, silence fell over the hall. 

Chen Zhou stood alone amid the sea of corpses. 

The "Record of Merits" flipped to a new page, filled with fresh entries of "good deeds." 

He had profited well today. 

After all, no matter how much evil a commoner committed, it could never compare to the atrocities of those in power. 

But then, a faint whimper broke the silence. 

Chen Zhou turned. 

In the corner, curled up like a frightened quail, was a young girl—Han Jinrong's seventh concubine. 

She was no older than Chen Zhou, her beauty still in its early bloom. Unlike the others, she was not here by choice. 

She had been taken into the Han Mansion by force, a victim rather than a villain. 

And, in the past, she had secretly given food to the Chen Zhou when he was starving. 

Memories surfaced in his mind. 

Chen Zhou stepped toward her and asked, "Where is Han Wan'er?" 

"I-I know!" she stammered, her heavily made-up face streaked with tears. "She's in the backyard… in her boudoir…" 

"Okay..." Chen Zhou responded, then waved his hand: "Take some valuables from the Han Mansion, and then run away."

After saying this, Chen Zhou prepared to leave.

But before he stepped out, the girl suddenly called out, "Wait!" 

He glanced back. 

Her voice trembled. "The county magistrate's son… he's with Han Wan'er. He's… very powerful. Please… be careful!" 

The magistrate's son? 

Chen Zhou recalled the name. That man was infamous, his crimes rivaling even those of the Black Tiger Gang. 

A scumbag who took pleasure in stealing other men's wives. 

"What's he doing here?" 

"He's marrying Han Wan'er next week…" 

Chen Zhou was silent for a moment. 

Then, he laughed. 

"Tsk. My ex-wife is really desperate—she'll take anything she can get." 

He cracked his knuckles. 

"But… his timing is perfect."