Chapter 72

Last time on Zhongnan Mountain, Zhao Hao could have killed Huo Du.

However, even if he had killed him back then, it would have been meaningless.

It would be better to now take Huo Du as a sacrifice in front of everyone.

This Hero Assembly, in Zhao Hao's view, was nothing but a joke.

But Zhao Hao did not come here to watch a joke.

He came to dig graves for certain people.

Huo Du and his ilk, since they had come to challenge him, Zhao Hao did not plan to hold back.

The Power Gang, when they saw Mongolians, would attack unless they were unable to.

As the leader of the Power Gang, Zhao Hao had to set an example.

"Brat, you have repeatedly spoken disrespectfully to this prince. Are you looking for death?" Huo Du said angrily.

The conversation between Zhao Hao and Zhao Ling'er had already made Huo Du furious.

But considering Jinlun, Huo Du had suppressed his anger.

Now, seeing that Zhao Hao still did not show any restraint, Huo Du could no longer hold back.

When Huo Du said this, everyone in Guiyun Manor, except for Jinlun's group, had strange expressions.

They did not know who Huo Du was or how powerful he was, but they knew he was in for trouble.

The Power Gang would attack Mongolians even if there was no reason.

Huo Du was challenging the leader of the Power Gang; what else could this be but looking for death?

Even Guo Jing's gaze towards Huo Du contained a hint of pity.

Zhao Hao ignored Huo Du and said to Li Mochou, "Mochou, how many Mongolian soldiers have you killed over the years?"

"187," Li Mochou's voice was gentle and delicate, but everyone who heard her words drew a sharp breath.

Zhao Hao nodded in satisfaction and said, "Mochou, in the past, you were covered in blood in the江湖 (jianghu). Even among those present, there are surely your enemies. I protect you not to make you atone, but to show the world that you are a double-edged sword. You may hurt yourself, but you can also hurt the enemy just as sharply."

Zhao Hao looked around and said loudly, "I do not care about Li Mochou's past, nor will I defend it. However, if anyone here wants to take revenge on Li Mochou, I hope it is after we have repelled the Mongols. During the Song-Mongol war, Li Mochou, as a member of the Power Gang, will always stand on the front lines. Anyone who dares to attack Mochou at this time will be an enemy of the Power Gang. I will not tolerate such people. After the war, you can settle your grudges as you wish, and I will not interfere. However, in the jianghu, life and death are determined by fate. If you are not confident, do not waste your life easily."

Li Mochou was never someone to be easily bullied.

If you want to kill her, you must be prepared to die.

"Li Mochou, you wicked woman."

"Return my mother's life."

As soon as Zhao Hao finished speaking, two figures leaped into the center, swords in hand, and attacked Li Mochou.

The Wu brothers.

Years ago, their father, Wu Santong, was injured by Li Mochou's poisonous needle. Their mother, Wu Sanshi, sacrificed herself to save Wu Santong and died from the poison.

Wu Santong became mentally unstable and abandoned his sons, Wu Dunru and Wu Xiwen, and disappeared without a trace.

The Wu brothers, of course, knew about this. They had not noticed Li Mochou in the crowd earlier.

Now that Li Mochou had stepped forward, the two immediately attacked with their swords, and even Guo Fu could not stop them.

Such deep enmity could not be easily resolved.

However, their actions clearly showed that they did not take Zhao Hao seriously.

Zhao Hao's gaze turned cold, and he was about to give them a lesson they would never forget.

But just as Zhao Hao was about to act, Guo Jing stepped in and stopped them.

"Dunru, Xiwen, stop this now," Guo Jing scolded.

"Master..." Wu Dunru's eyes were red, looking at Guo Jing with great委屈 (wronged feeling).

"Daoist Li has been fighting for the country for years, and her actions far surpass mine. The prince just said that during the Song-Mongol war, no one should attack Daoist Li. Didn't you hear that?" Guo Jing said.

"If all the evil people in the world use this as an excuse, wouldn't the world be in chaos?" Wu Xiwen said.

Although he respected Guo Jing, he was not ready to let go of his mother's enmity.

Li Mochou glanced at them indifferently and said, "Who are you?"

"Your enemies," Wu Xiwen looked at Li Mochou with anger.

Li Mochou laughed and said, "I have so many enemies. How would I know who you are?"

Li Mochou was not being sarcastic.

Although Wu Dunru and Wu Xiwen were furious.

Zhao Hao waved his hand and said, "Enough, stop talking. Wu Dunru, Wu Xiwen, how much do you really know about what happened back then? Repeating what others say and placing your hatred on Li Mochou while avoiding the truth, is this the behavior of a true man?"

"Why do you say that, Your Highness?" Wu Dunru said, barely suppressing his anger.

"Wu Sanshi was indeed an extraordinary woman, but Wu Santong was only getting what he deserved. Lu Zhan yuan's wife, He Yuanjun, was Wu Santong's adopted daughter. But what Wu Santong truly intended, you should ask Zhu Ziliu. Wu Sanshi's death was more due to her misplaced trust than to Li Mochou. Back then, Lu Zhan yuan was not just wary of Li Mochou. Wu Santong was no better in Lu Zhan yuan's eyes. I don't want to go into details, but Zhu Ziliu and even Guo Jing and Huang Rong should know the truth. Once you truly understand everything, then come and seek revenge on Mochou with such arrogance. For now, go down," Zhao Hao said.

Li Mochou had indeed done many evil deeds, but she never claimed to be a good person.

On the contrary, Wu Santong, as a representative of incest and a beastly father, was often overlooked by many.

Such double standards were laughable.

At Lu Zhan yuan's wedding, it was not just Li Mochou who caused trouble.

Wu Santong's actions were no less despicable than Li Mochou's.

As a former girlfriend of Lu Zhan yuan, Li Mochou's disruption of the wedding was understandable.

Wu Santong, merely an adopted father to He Yuanjun, could not accept the wedding because he liked her, which was truly absurd.

After all, Wu Santong had a wife and children.

But what was the result?

Li Mochou was despised by the world, while Wu Santong faced no consequences and later became a praised hero.

Whose reputation did Wu Sanshi's death truly serve?

Guo Jing and the others knew the truth but kept it from the Wu brothers.

In the jianghu, who could truly be without guilt?

Li Mochou was indeed covered in blood, but certain hypocritical righteous people were not much better.

In the end, it was all about taking sides.

Wu Santong always stood on the side of the protagonist, so he was always a "righteous" person.

Unfortunately, in this life, I am the protagonist.

PS: This chapter is an extra for "Wait for You 545." Thank you, Wait for You 545, for your generous reward. I originally planned to update after going live, but since Wait for You 545 is not in the group, it's inconvenient to communicate, so I'll update for you first.

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