Chapter 71

The retainers of the Wang family were on the verge of collapse.

During the fight with Wu Fan, the retainers of the Wang family suddenly realized that the most terrifying thing about Wu Fan was not his quick and sharp swordsmanship, but his mouth, that incessantly chattering mouth! Not only that, but Wu Fan always had a smile on his face, no matter how terrifying the situation, he would say it with a smile, making people feel a chill run from their feet to the top of their heads, causing them to shiver all over!

Retainers, in essence, were freeloaders who occasionally helped their masters in return for food and shelter, mostly lazy and idle men. The saying "heroes are everywhere in the world" was not entirely true, mostly just a fabrication by some people. In the empire, those who truly had talent, which of them did not strive to enter the government? Which of them did not hope to fight on the battlefield, earn military honors, and bring glory to their ancestors?

After Wu Fan killed the fifteenth person and cruelly severed their limbs, the retainers of the Wang family truly collapsed...

"Ah!"

A timid one shouted, and over a hundred people immediately scattered.

The other members of the Wang family, who had been protected behind the retainers, were now exposed to Wu Fan's eyes.

"A bunch... a bunch of gluttons and fools... Go quickly... Go quickly to the county magistrate's office and invite the county magistrate!"

Wang Jiao, who was already half-dead, used his last strength to shout.

Wu Fan squatted down, bared his teeth in a smile, and patted Wang Jiao's cheek with the flat of his sword, saying, "It sounds just like 'Go quickly to the West to invite the Buddha!' I forgot! You don't know this reference!" He sighed, and his expression turned serious, "Inviting anyone won't help! What is the Eagle-Soaring Guard? The Emperor's personal army! You dared to conspire with others to harm the Emperor's personal army? This is treason, you will be punished with the extermination of your nine clans! But... don't worry, I will only kill your entire family!"

Stepping over Wang Jiao, Wu Fan rushed towards the other members of the Wang family, his steel sword repeatedly slashing, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

Seeing the crowd scatter, and realizing he couldn't catch up to them alone, Wu Fan angrily turned around and shouted at the Eagle-Soaring Guards still standing outside, "Pigs! What are you looking at? Wang Jiao conspired to harm the Emperor's personal army, a crime equivalent to treason! Kill them all! Not one should be left alive!"

Indeed!

Whether it was the Eagle-Soaring Guards of Luoyang or those of Yingyang, as long as they were Eagle-Soaring Guards, they were mostly not good people.

At that moment,

The Eagle-Soaring Guards rushed in, taking revenge for past grievances, and the entire Wang family was left with bodies strewn everywhere.

As Lin Xinshan had previously said, the Eagle-Soaring Guards of the Yingyang Hundred-Household Office were not willing to submit, but they simply couldn't match the overwhelming numbers of the Wang family.

Half an hour later.

Wu Fan was already shocked by the combat ability of the Eagle-Soaring Guards of the Yingyang Hundred-Household Office. Those who had been limping and injured just a short while ago were now completely mad! They even managed to intercept and kill the retainers who had fled far away, let alone those who hadn't managed to escape...

"Commander, what should we do?"

In the end, the Eagle-Soaring Guards realized that only a few children of the Wang family were left unharmed, and they hesitated to make a move.

Wu Fan narrowed his eyes and said lightly, "If you can bring yourself to do it, kill them. If you can't, sell them! After all, the Wang family has done many wicked deeds, this is their retribution!"

"Beasts... beasts..."

As the faint cries of the children reached Wu Fan's ears, he turned around and remembered that Wang Jiao was still alive!

In two quick steps, Wu Fan walked to where Wang Jiao lay in a pool of blood, barely breathing, and squatted down, tilting his head to observe. After a while, Wu Fan picked up Wang Jiao, dragged him towards the main gate of the Wang family's estate, and hung him on the broken door latch by the collar.

Wang Jiao was extremely weak, his old eyes filled with tears of sorrow: "You... you will suffer retribution... suffer retribution..."

"Yes! I will!" Wu Fan nodded, gently wiping away Wang Jiao's tears, making sure he could see him clearly, and said, "But, you will suffer retribution first, won't you?"

Wang Jiao panted heavily, unable to speak.

Wu Fan pinched Wang Jiao's chin, making him look at him, and said, "Don't be too arrogant! Who do you think you are? Huh? 'Because I want to,' so you attacked the Eagle-Soaring Guard Hundred-Household Office? Harmed my fellow Eagle-Soaring Guards? Is that how things are done? No, it's not! You are impolite! Too impolite!"

Wang Jiao smiled bitterly, his eyes filled with fierce and venomous hatred: "You killed my wife and children, I... I cannot kill you in this life, but after death, I will become a vengeful ghost and will never let you go!"

"Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha..."

Wu Fan laughed, laughing so hard he bent over, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

After a long while,

Wu Fan lifted Wang Jiao's head, pointed to his own face, and said with wide eyes, "Is that so! Then look closely! Remember my face! Remember my name, I am Wu Fan! Don't forget in the afterlife!" He paused, then laughed again, saying contemptuously, "You, a mere dog, couldn't defeat me in this world, and you think you can in the afterlife? Dream on!"

"Spit!"

Wang Jiao spat a mixture of blood and saliva onto Wu Fan's face, his complexion turning rosy, and he gained strength to shout, "You will not die a good death! You will not die a good death! Someone will kill you for me! Someone will definitely do it!"

"Clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter..."

Suddenly, the sound of galloping horses came from a distance.

From far away, a voice shouted,

"Spare him!"

On the horse, a man in a green official robe was galloping towards them.

Wu Fan wiped the blood from his face, shook his head, and looked at Wang Jiao, muttering, "Impolite! Impolite!"

"Swish!"

Even though Wang Jiao was in his last moments, Wu Fan cold-bloodedly slit his throat. Not for any other reason, he just didn't want to give him those last moments.

[Impolite!]

[Too impolite!]

[Spit?]

[Do you think you're a llama!]

Feeling extremely disgusted, Wu Fan kept wiping his face, trying to clean it thoroughly.

The man who had galloped over jumped off his horse, and upon seeing this scene, he staggered and fell to the ground in a sorry state, his angry shout cut short by a lack of breath, "You..."

Wu Fan sighed awkwardly, looked at the man, and recognized his official robe. He clasped his hands in a salute and said with a smile, "Greetings, County Magistrate! Sorry, what did you say just now? I didn't hear clearly!"

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