Chapter 3

As He Wuhen was thinking, if he carried a birdcage or led a dog, and brought a few lackeys to stroll down the street, teasing women for no reason, he would look like a typical rich young master.

Then, he saw such a rich young master with his own eyes.

Now, he was walking on the main street of the South City, and a young master like this was walking towards him.

This person was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with an oiled head and a powdered face, wearing a luxurious brocade robe, holding a birdcage in his hand, and followed by four lackeys.

Moreover, one of the lackeys was leading a dog as big as a calf.

The demeanor of this person was undoubtedly that of a standard rich young master. As they passed, everyone on the street fled in fear, afraid of offending him, as if they had encountered a plague god.

What was even more coincidental was that this rich young master, who was charging towards him, actually knew He Wuhen.

"Hey, isn't this He Dasha? Where are you going? Didn't I hear that you were beaten to death? Are you a zombie now? Why are you out here today to disgrace yourself?"

The young master with the oiled head and powdered face stopped, looking at He Wuhen with a mocking expression, his eyes full of undisguised disdain and contempt.

Clearly, this person knew more than just He Wuhen.

Hearing his sharp and sarcastic words, He Wuhen thought for a moment and then remembered this person's identity.

This person was named Wang Kui, fifteen years old, with the strength of a Seventh-Level Warrior, a member of the Wang family, one of the five major families in Yujing City, and a well-known rich young master in Yujing City.

However, although both were rich young masters, Wang Kui and He Wuhen were not of the same kind. Moreover, the Wang family and the He family were enemies. In the past, Wang Kui had often humiliated and beaten He Wuhen.

The reason Wang Kui started to abuse and humiliate He Wuhen stemmed from a dog fight.

In the Qingyuan Kingdom, cockfighting and dog fighting were popular among the nobility, and they often gambled on these events.

Wang Kui was very fond of this, and as a rich young master, He Wuhen could not avoid it either. He kept dozens of fierce dogs in the backyard of his house.

In one dog fight, He Wuhen won ten thousand taels of silver from Wang Kui, which made Wang Kui lose face among the rich young masters and be ridiculed for losing to a waste of space. This made Wang Kui furious.

If it had been someone else, Wang Kui might not have dared to retaliate. But everyone knew that He Wuhen was a cowardly and weak waste of space.

Moreover, the Wang family had always been at odds with the He family, so Wang Kui retaliated against He Wuhen, using his Seventh-Level Warrior strength to beat him up.

Since then, every time Wang Kui saw He Wuhen, he would humiliate and mock him, and if He Wuhen did not comply, he would beat him up.

Unfortunately, He Wuhen was weak and could not fight back. He also did not dare to tell his grandfather, for fear of being scolded, so he would always avoid Wang Kui, like a mouse avoiding a cat.

Thinking about this, He Wuhen felt a surge of anger and frustration. He was furious at the actions of the rich young masters: "Damn, you're a rich young master too, why are you afraid of him? This guy is just one of the Wang family's dozen grandsons, while you are the eldest grandson of the Marquis of the State. Your status is much higher than his, and you dare not fight him to the death?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the previous He Dasha was truly a coward.

Today, He Wuhen acted completely differently from before. Instead of fleeing in panic, he stood in front of Wang Kui, his face showing anger.

Seeing this, Wang Kui sneered disdainfully, "Hey, He Dasha, did the palace guards beat you so hard that you lost your mind? Didn't you always beg for mercy when you saw me? Why aren't you moving out of the way today?"

However, Wang Kui's words only earned him a furious glare from He Wuhen. There was no trace of fear on his face, only anger.

"Damn, you, a waste of space, dare to glare at me? Servants, let the dog bite him to death, make him kneel and beg for mercy!"

Seeing He Wuhen dare to glare at him, Wang Kui felt insulted and became furious, thinking that the little waste of space dared to defy him. He decided to beat him up again and make him kneel and beg for mercy.

In the past, Wang Kui had often let fierce dogs bite He Wuhen, causing him to wet his pants in fear and kneel and beg for mercy. He believed that the same scene would play out today.

The lackey leading the dog responded and released the leash.

The dog, as big as a calf, bared its bloody mouth, emitting a foul smell, and charged at He Wuhen, ready to bite.

"Master, run!"

Seeing the fierce dog charging, the two bodyguards behind He Wuhen were terrified, fearing that something bad would happen to He Wuhen, which would mean their end as well.

Without hesitation, the two bodyguards grabbed He Wuhen's arms and dragged him away.

The fierce dog roared and accelerated, determined to bite He Wuhen to death.

Wang Kui and his lackeys, seeing He Wuhen fleeing in a panic, laughed triumphantly, and the people on the street scattered in fear.

The dog pursued relentlessly, and the two bodyguards, in a panic, dragged He Wuhen into a small alley.

Unfortunately, they soon realized it was a dead end, and He Wuhen's heart raced.

Turning back, he saw the dog charging in, leaping with its hind legs and covering a distance of about ten feet, pouncing on him.

This dog, trained for dog fighting, was incredibly strong and fierce, capable of killing a tiger.

Seeing the dog's mouth just inches away, He Wuhen was terrified. In a panic, his hand touched the Blood-Drinking Saber hanging at his waist.

Instinctively, he drew the Blood-Drinking Saber, held it with both hands, and thrust it at the dog's mouth with all his strength.

A dull sound echoed in the alley.

The dog, moving too fast to avoid, was impaled by the Blood-Drinking Saber. The saber, which could cut through iron like butter, pierced through the dog's mouth and came out the back of its head, the blade tip protruding three inches.

The dog's head was completely pierced, and it was dead.

Hot dog blood splattered all over He Wuhen, but he didn't have time to wipe it off. Overwhelmed with relief, he burst into laughter.

Because, at the moment he killed the dog, a familiar, crisp voice sounded in his mind.

" Ding!"

"He Wuhen killed a mastiff, gaining ten experience points!"

This familiar female voice made He Wuhen incredibly excited. He couldn't help but laugh, forgetting the fear he had just experienced.

"Ha, truly, what you seek will come to you. I was trying so hard to find wild beasts to kill, but I didn't expect this big dog to be a monster, and killing it also gave me experience points!"

He Wuhen hadn't expected this. In the game, low-level players had to kill wild beasts to level up, which influenced his thinking, leading him to buy wild beasts.

Now, he realized that killing a big dog also gave him experience points and could help him level up, which made him very happy.

He remembered that the previous He Dasha had built a large dog kennel in the backyard, where dozens of dogs were kept, all of which were experience points!

However, his joy and excitement didn't last long. Soon, Wang Kui and his four lackeys appeared at the alley entrance, blocking the way.

Wang Kui had expected He Wuhen to cry and wet his pants in fear, just like before, and beg for mercy.

But when he saw the scene in the alley, he was stunned.

His favorite mastiff was dead. The dog's head was pierced, and blood was everywhere, while He Wuhen was unharmed and even smiling.

"Damn it! He Wuhen, you deserve to die! This mastiff cost me ten thousand taels of silver to find and buy, and you killed it!"

"Good, good! You dared to kill my beloved mastiff, so I'll kill you and bury you with it!"

"Attack, all of you, beat him to death! If you don't kill him, I'll kill you!"

Wang Kui was completely enraged, shouting in a hoarse voice.

The mastiff had cost him a lot of effort and money. He had planned to use it to win many silver taels in dog fights, but it was killed by He Wuhen before it even fought.

The four lackeys, sensing Wang Kui's anger, were terrified and attacked He Wuhen with all their might, their punches and kicks raining down on him.

These four lackeys were guards of the Wang family, all Seventh-Level Warriors, incredibly strong. Their beating was so fierce that it could shatter a stone tablet. How could He Wuhen withstand it?

A Da and A Er, loyal to their master, saw the situation and were enraged. Ignoring their injuries, they roared and charged at the four lackeys, fighting fiercely.

However, they were outnumbered and soon beaten to the ground.

Even with their heads bleeding and bones broken, they still protected He Wuhen, using their bodies as shields.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sounds of punches and kicks continued as Wang Kui's four guards beat A Da and A Er mercilessly.

At this moment, He Wuhen, who had been lying on the ground, saw an opportunity. He leaped up and swung the Blood-Drinking Saber at one of the lackeys.

In his previous life, He Wuhen had never fought like this, let alone used a weapon.

But now, with his life in danger, he didn't care about the consequences. He swung the saber instinctively, not thinking about whether he would kill someone.

Moreover, these four were Wang Kui's lackeys, mere servants.

Killing Wang Kui, a member of the Wang family, might cause trouble, but as a top-tier rich young master, killing a few servants was like stepping on a few ants.

Another "crack" echoed, and the lackeys beating A Da and A Er were stunned, their eyes wide open.

He Wuhen's instinctive, full-force swing had struck a guard's shoulder, embedding the Blood-Drinking Saber deeply, with only the black blade visible.

The lackey's arm was almost severed, and strangely, no blood flowed from the wound.

Moreover, this person, who had been full of energy and vigor, suddenly lost all his vitality and looked like an ordinary person, losing his warrior's aura.

This fierce blow terrified the other three lackeys, who froze in fear, staring at the blood-covered He Wuhen.

Not only the three guards, but Wang Kui, who had been watching, was also stunned. He couldn't believe that the once cowardly waste of space had such bravery.

"Ha ha ha, there's actually such a miraculous effect!"

At this moment, in the deathly silent alley, He Wuhen's excited laughter echoed. In his mind, the familiar voice sounded again.

" Ding!"

"The Blood-Drinking Saber hit the target, triggering the passive skill: Blood-Drinking, successfully absorbing the target's strength. The target's level dropped from Seventh-Level Warrior to Fifth-Level Warrior."

"He Wuhen gained 360 experience points, congratulations on leveling up to Fourth-Level Warrior."

At the same time, the character attributes in He Wuhen's mind changed. His level became Fourth-Level Warrior, and his strength reached the Fourth-Level Warrior level.