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Lu Zheng placed his hand on the door of the thatched cottage, applying a slight pressure to his wrist. Just as he was about to open the door, a hand rested on the back of his hand. He turned to see Wen Qian beside him, who whispered, "We won't hold you back. Once you go out, I'll lock the door."
She knew that she and Lu Chen would only be a hindrance. Although she was strong, her combat skills were not impressive enough to handle someone like Liu Ge, who was truly ruthless. She believed Lu Zheng could definitely win; with so many in his squad, he wasn't just coasting along. She had seen the numerous injuries he bore over the past few days.
Lu Zheng met Wen Qian's gaze, and both were ready for what was to come. As the door of the thatched cottage creaked open, Lu Yao took two steps back, his eyes wide with excitement.
With a loud bang, the door swung open violently, and a stick came crashing towards the entrance. Lu Zheng swiftly dodged and grabbed the stick, pivoting to kick at the person hiding behind it. Liu Ge's underling was sent flying, landing on the ground clutching his stomach and unable to rise, groaning in pain.
"Damn it! How dare you hit my brother!" Liu Ge spat angrily and charged at Lu Zheng, swinging a stool at him.
Lu Zheng stood firm, watching the stool hurtle towards him. He caught it with one hand and swung it back at Liu Ge as he approached. Liu Ge raised his hands to shield his face in fear, but his arms were struck hard by the stool. The sound of splintering wood was accompanied by the sickening crack of bone.
"Ah!"
Images of Wen Qian's panicked face flashed through Lu Zheng's mind as he unleashed a flurry of punches onto Liu Ge's body with reckless abandon. His eyes turned bloodshot; each punch landed harder than the last. The sounds of Liu Ge's grunts grew fainter as Lu Zheng’s fists became drenched in blood.
"Big Brother!"
Several underlings watched in horror as they took a step back, but their eyes fell on Liu Ge being beaten mercilessly beneath Lu Zheng, making them hesitate.
Struggling against their trembling legs, one picked up a nearby stick and charged at Lu Zheng. "Let go of my brother!"
Lu Zheng turned to face them, his eyes glowing red like a bloodthirsty demon in the darkness. He kicked one man away forcefully and then caught another man's stick mid-swing. With a swift motion, he spun around; the man clutched his arm in pain and dropped his weapon. Lu Zheng kicked him again.
In no time, several men lay on the ground moaning—some clutching their stomachs, others their legs or arms.
Lu Zheng stood in the courtyard watching them; at that moment, he resembled not a soldier but a vengeful assassin. More accurately, he looked like a husband seeking retribution—a protector in Wen Qian's eyes.
Step by step, Lu Zheng advanced towards Liu Ge.
Lu Yao slowly moved his feet, holding a stick as he walked behind Lu Zheng. He watched Lu Zheng's still figure, raised the stick high, nervously swallowed, and fixed his gaze on Lu Zheng. Just as the stick was about to come crashing down on Lu Zheng's head, Lu Yao's pupils suddenly constricted. In disbelief, he turned to look at the woman behind him, and the stick fell from his hands, landing limply on the ground.
Lu Zheng turned to see Wen Qian holding the stick with both hands, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily as she stared at him. He glanced at the fallen Lu Yao and then back at Wen Qian. Under the moonlight, Wen Qian caught sight of Brother Liu behind Lu Zheng, and memories flooded her mind.
"You dare not listen to me, you little wretch." The man yanked her hair and struck her hard several times until blood trickled from her mouth. "You’re mine; you should obey me." The scene shifted to when they locked her in a cellar, denying her food and water, then sent a wolf in to keep her company. A gray wolf stared at her, drooling, yet it couldn’t eat her.
"Damn it! Why don’t you scream? You’re acting like a corpse!" Countless fists and shoe prints marked her body. She wanted to die; she wanted to die!
Suddenly, Wen Qian felt weak all over and was about to collapse when Lu Zheng caught her securely. He looked at her with concern and reproach. "Why did you come out?"
Wen Qian forced a pale smile. "I was worried about you."
"You silly girl!" Lu Zheng held her close and started to walk back inside, but Wen Qian grabbed him firmly. "I need to see this."
She had to confront the trauma of her past life; otherwise, she would always be afraid when faced with similar situations in the future. She didn’t want to continue living like this; her days were meant to be bright moving forward. She also didn’t want to remain trapped in the pain of her previous life.
If they didn’t deal with this today, they would surely harm other women in the future. Even for their sake, she had to witness him being dealt with.
Though Lu Zheng looked at her disapprovingly, he eventually relented under Wen Qian's resolute gaze. The commotion in their courtyard was quite loud; people nearby had definitely heard something. Given that the Lu family had been unsettled lately, they were already accustomed to such noises and were too lazy to come out and check.
Aunt Zhen knew that Wen Qian and Lu Chen wouldn’t suffer any losses in Lu Zheng’s household, so she felt reassured.
Lu Zheng knocked out the remaining men one by one and found some sacks to put them in. There was also a wooden cart left by Uncle Aiguo for moving bricks in the courtyard.
Lu Zheng loaded them onto the cart one by one and then pushed it toward the gate.
Wen Qian wanted to follow, but she thought of Lu Chen, who was locked in the cabinet. If she left, what would happen to him?
Lu Zheng turned to look at her. "You should rest at home. I can handle this, just as you said."
After Lu Zheng stepped outside, Wen Qian glanced at Lu Yao, who was sprawled in the yard, and kicked him aside in disgust.
She looked at the light glowing from the brick house and stepped inside. Seeing Ding Cuiying's terrified expression, she smiled and said, "Surprised to see me? You must be disappointed that your wishes didn't come true!"
She looked at Lu with an expressionless face and asked, "Do you know why Lu Wen and Lu Feng were sold? You understand better than I do that one reaps what one sows."
"You... you... it's you, you wretched woman!" Ding Cuiying pointed at her in disbelief, trembling all over as she stared at Wen Qian.
Lu's eyes widened in shock; his breath hitched before he gasped for air again.
Through gritted teeth, he managed to say, "You poisonous woman, wretched creature."
"It’s just that the gifts you sent me were too much for me to accept, so I returned them to you."
"Don't even think about targeting Xiao Chen again; otherwise, you'll only deepen your understanding of what it means to suffer the consequences of your own actions."
Wen Qian observed their expressions and slowly walked out.
She entered the thatched cottage and gently lifted Lu Chen from the wardrobe. Looking at his peaceful sleeping face brought a warmth to her heart.
She couldn't help but wonder how Lu Zheng was handling things. Peering out the window with some worry, she gazed toward the mountains.
Lu Zheng had been a soldier for so long; he must have some skills. But there were wolves on the mountain, and villagers even mentioned tigers. She felt a bit anxious.
Even if she didn't care for him personally, he was still Xiao Chen's father.
At the foot of the mountain, Lu Zheng stopped, dropped the rope from his shoulder, and walked over to a nearby vehicle where he picked up a snake-skin bag and slung it over his shoulder as he headed up the mountain.
After several trips back and forth, everyone had been carried halfway up the mountain.
Lu Zheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, crouched down, and loosened the rope binding the snake-skin bag before dumping its contents onto the ground.
His hand reached behind him and pulled out a sharp knife—this was the knife he had obtained during his first battle and had kept ever since.
Holding the knife, he lightly grazed it across Liu Ge's neck, causing Liu Ge's body to tremble slightly.
In the pitch-black night sky, sounds of chirping filled the air from the trees, accompanied by the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. Occasionally, howls of wolves and other animal sounds echoed through the night.
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