During the Qin Dynasty, he was in charge of the net.

The dark-skinned man initially intended to kill the servant with a single punch, but then he suddenly remembered his elder brother's warning:

"The journey is long, so drink less and don't cause trouble..."

Remembering all this, the dark-skinned man changed his fist into a grab, pulled the waiter by the collar, and said in a deep voice:

Do you all think I'm a stranger from out of town, and that I can rip off tourists at will?

The waiter's toes barely touched the ground as he begged for mercy, but upon closer inspection, one could see that although his expression was terrified, he was not flustered.

At this moment, the tavern owner also came out from the backyard.

He approached the dark-skinned man and apologized with a forced smile:

"Please calm down, sir. If you think the food and wine are too expensive, you don't have to pay."

If you want to leave, no one in our little shop can stop you.

But you'll get the reputation of being a soldier under General Lian Po who doesn't pay for his meals.

Upon hearing this, the dark-skinned man's expression changed, and his originally dark face even turned slightly red.

The dark-skinned man was a personal guard under Lian Po, named Chen Er. This time, when General Zhao left, he only brought a few of his brothers and other personal guards with him, and they only brought a meager amount of personal belongings, barely enough to make ends meet.

They arrived at Panlongkou exhausted and hungry. Since there were few shops nearby, they came to this tavern to buy some wine and meat.

But Chen Er never expected to encounter such a heartless merchant who dared to charge fifty coins for just a few pounds of wine and meat.

What angered him even more was that the shopkeeper actually recognized him as a soldier of the Zhao army and dared to use that to blackmail him.

It should be known that General Lian Po's army was governed by strict military discipline, and he had repeatedly ordered them not to oppress the people. If he were to gain a reputation for not paying for his meals, General Lian Po would probably not let him off the hook.

Therefore, although Chen Er was so angry that his face turned red, he still put the waiter down and prepared to pay.

Chen Er untied his bag, and with a "clang!", all the coins inside were dumped onto the table.

Chen Er counted the coins one by one, and when only three coins remained, he finally had enough for fifty coins.

He left the fifty coins behind, stuffed the other three into his pocket, glared at the tavern owner, and just as he was about to turn and leave with the wine and meat, he heard the tavern owner call him.

"Sir, wait a minute, this isn't enough."

Chen Er turned around, his face contorted with bulging muscles, and growled in a low voice, "There are fifty coins on this table in total, what's not enough?"

Seeing the dark-skinned man on the verge of exploding, the tavern owner felt a pang of fear.

But then he thought of the man in black robes from yesterday, the long sword that had given him psychological trauma, and the eyes that looked at him like a corpse, and his heart trembled slightly.

"Sir, I'm sorry, the price has just gone up again."

"How much do you want?" Chen Er practically shouted.

"Sir, I need one hundred coins now."

"Okay, okay." Chen Er laughed when he heard this.

The tavern owner was puzzled. This soldier had a pretty good temper, and it seemed that what that fiend had told him was not working.

But the next moment, Chen Er's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and without warning, he punched the tavern owner.

The tavern owner was terrified at the sight and had no time to dodge, so he used the waiter next to him as a shield.

Chen Er's punch was fast and ruthless. Even though the tavern owner was hiding behind the waiter, he was still thrown three or four meters away, but luckily he survived.

Xiao Er, who was the first to be affected, was not so lucky. He was originally being carried by Chen Er, but after being put down, he stayed by the two of them, bowing and scraping.

Unexpectedly, the conversation between the shopkeeper and the soldier became increasingly strange, and the shopkeeper even went so far as to raise the price of the food and wine to an outrageous one hundred coins.

Goodness, that's a hundred coins, enough for him to eat and drink for months without worry.

Just as he was wondering what the man in black had said to the shopkeeper and how they had become so bold, the dark-skinned man punched him squarely in the chest.

The waiter staggered two steps, looked down at his chest, and saw that his once flat chest was now dented. He wondered where the flesh on his chest had gone, but then he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The tavern owner shakily got up, walked over to the waiter, and reached out a finger to check the waiter's breath.

"Murder! Murder! Soldiers, murder!"

The tavern owner, his face filled with terror, scrambled towards the backyard.

The patrons around the tavern had already noticed this place, and when they heard the tavern owner's shout, they all stood up and stared at Chen Er with fear on their faces.

Seeing the fear on the faces of those around him, Chen Er wanted to explain that the unscrupulous shopkeeper had cheated him, but no one listened to him.

He wasn't good with words to begin with, and he kept repeating the same few sentences: it was all the fault of that heartless shopkeeper, and I didn't mean to kill the waiter.

But Chen Er was destined to make things worse by trying to explain. After his explanations proved ineffective, he realized he had caused trouble and decided to leave.

He initially intended to leave directly, but after thinking about it, he picked up the bundle containing his food and wine from the ground, since he had already paid for it.

In the chaos just now, he accidentally dropped his food and wine on the ground, and spilled a lot of the wine, which made him feel a little bad.

Just as Chen Er stepped out of the tavern, a cold voice called out to him.

"Is this the kind of discipline General Lian Po's personal guards possess? They ate and dashed, killed someone, and then just walked away?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Er was so ashamed he almost wanted to disappear. His face flushed red as he turned around and saw a young man in black robes with a long sword at his waist standing next to the tavern owner.

The man in black robes was Li Ji, and he knew everything that had just happened in the tavern, because he was the one who instructed the tavern owner to do it.

Chen Er didn't know how the other party knew his identity. He gritted his teeth and looked at Li Ji and the tavern owner. Although he wanted to explain a few more words, he also knew that staying might cause a bigger misunderstanding.

Chen Er only stared intently at Li Ji and the tavern owner for a moment before turning around and leaving.

"If you leave today, I guarantee that tomorrow rumors will spread that General Lian Po condoned his personal guards to oppress the people and kill people in public."

"You dare?"

Chen Er stopped completely, his eyes bloodshot and filled with fear. In this sensitive period, if he were to ruin General Lian Po's reputation, he would be more than willing to die ten times over.

"It was you, wasn't it? It was all of you who plotted to harm me."

Upon hearing this, Li Ji smiled slightly but did not reply.

He wouldn't let Lian Po's personal guard leave, and besides, he probably wouldn't dare to leave now, given the power of public opinion.

Upon seeing Li Ji's light laugh, a glint of madness flashed in Chen Er's eyes.

"You plotted against me... You all must die. I will commit suicide in front of General Lian Po after this is all over."

Chen Er gently placed the bundle containing the wine and meat on the ground, then turned and charged at Li Ji with murderous intent in his eyes.

The tavern owner was already panicked, hoping that the dark-skinned man was no match for the killing god in front of him.

Chen Er's punch was several times more powerful than the one that killed Xiao Er earlier; it was clearly intended to kill.

A gust of wind swirled from that dark fist, howling and producing a sharp, explosive sound. It looked quite powerful, and the tavern owner even shrank back behind Li Ji in fear.

Just as Chen Er was about to rush in front of Li Ji, Li Ji made a move.

A bright sword light flashed out; the sword was so fast that the tavern owner behind them didn't even see what happened.

A muffled scream was heard, and a severed arm fell from mid-air, a spurt of blood shooting into the sky and splattering in the air.

Then, Li Ji delivered a powerful straight kick, sending Chen Er flying backward.

"Bandage him up, don't let him die, and then hang him at the tavern entrance."

Li Ji didn't look at the dark-skinned man again. He had held back, leaving the man half-dead; he was now just unconscious.

Because this dark-skinned man was of great use to him.

Upon hearing Li Ji's words, the tavern owner seemed to wake from a dream and tremblingly called for someone to carry the dark-skinned man back into the tavern.

Li Ji believed that General Lian Po, who loved the people like his own children, would definitely come...