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"Sir, please!"

Su Chuan acted as if he hadn't heard, and continued to lead the way with a smile.

Mu Yang did not stop either.

Passing through the porch and around the screen wall, a bright and open space suddenly appeared before me.

This is a spacious courtyard, with large bluestone slabs paving the center.

Several pomegranate trees were planted in the four corners of the courtyard, their branches laden with bright red fruit, creating a vibrant and thriving scene under the sunlight.

But right under this tree, the unpleasant sound of whipping could be heard from time to time.

Mu Yang looked over upon hearing the sound.

There stood a middle-aged man dressed in an embroidered brocade robe, with a prosperous face, holding a dark iron whip covered in barbs.

Before him lay a man, his entire body bound with iron chains, a red-hot copper rod lodged in his mouth, covered in wounds, and on the verge of death...

Donkey Demon?

The donkey demon was enormous, about two zhang tall.

Each time the iron whip fell, the skin would be torn open, blood would splatter, and short black hair would float in the air like willow catkins.

Upon seeing this scene, Mu Yang was stunned.

He had considered many possibilities, such as Su Chuan colluding with demons and luring him in to ambush him.

For example, Su Chuan captured the demon and brought it in intending to hand it over to him.

Or perhaps they simply capture the monster, imprison it here, and use it for other purposes.

The only unexpected thing was that someone would catch the monster and then whip it to vent their anger.

and......

Mu Yang glanced at the donkey demon's bleeding genitals.

What grudge could they possibly hold against them to be so ruthless?

Not far from the donkey demon, there was a prison made of rough wood.

A woman was huddled up in the cell.

She was dressed in rags, her hair was disheveled, and her exposed skin was covered with pustules and festering wounds, emitting a nauseating stench.

Her eyes were dull and lifeless, her pupils unfocused, like a soulless puppet, left only with the instinct to breathe.

Under the shade of a tree not far from the prison, sat a young man.

He held his teacup, watching the donkey demon being whipped with great interest, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Besides the three people and the demon, there was also a gaunt old man in the corner of the courtyard.

He tucked his hands into his sleeves, his back slightly hunched, and looked completely unremarkable.

Mu Yang's gaze swept over the four people.

Two are at the fourth level, one is at the third level, and one has no cultivation.

The one without cultivation was the woman imprisoned in the cell.

The third-ranked one was the portly middle-aged man who took action.

Both the young man drinking tea and the gaunt old man had fluctuations of true energy on their bodies, indicating they were martial artists at the Qi Condensation Realm.

Upon seeing Mu Yang, who had been brought in by Su Chuan, both the young man and the middle-aged man turned their gazes toward him.

The gaunt old man also squinted slightly.

"Master Su, could you please enlighten me?"

Mu Yang, unhurried, asked Su Chuan.

Seeing that Mu Yang didn't seem to be feigning composure, Su Chuan's expression clearly froze for a moment.

He thought Mu Yang would be shocked to see this.

All I can say is that he is a natural-born man who rose from humble beginnings; not only is he highly talented, but he also has a lot of courage.

Unfortunately, he was too young and impetuous, and offended people he shouldn't have.

After a few moments of reflection, Su Chuan stepped forward and introduced the man with a smile: "This is Su Hai, the president of the Bafang Chamber of Commerce. This Su Family Village is one of his properties."

He paused, then pointed to the young man holding a teacup: "This is the young master of our Pingwei Escort Agency, Lord Bao Ping!"

Bafang Chamber of Commerce, President Su Hai.

Bao Ping, the young master of Pingwei Escort Agency.

Su Wanqing's father and his helper?

Upon hearing these two titles, Mu Yang understood.

No wonder he felt something was off about Su Chuan; it turned out this was a trap set for him.

This is really...

That's wonderful!!

A fourth-tier donkey demon that can help him "clear" his equipment slots, the young master of a security escort agency, and the president of a merchant guild.

With so many "big shots" around, their collections must be incredibly rich!

Mu Yang's lips curled up slightly, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

He had originally planned to casually acquire only first or second-tier demons.

Unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better, and I found a big fish!

Indeed, it was the right thing to go out for a stroll!

"Is this person blind, unable to see the situation?"

Su Chuan and Bao Ping were both taken aback when they saw Mu Yang's increasingly ardent gaze.

The gaunt old man also frowned slightly.

A newly promoted fourth-level martial artist was surrounded by two fourth-level martial artists. Instead of running away, he was actually excited.

He's either mentally challenged or a martial arts fanatic obsessed with fighting.

Okay, the latter also sounds like someone who's not quite right in the head.

Su Hai didn't notice the change in Mu Yang's expression.

After venting his anger for a while, he threw the iron whip to the ground, panting, raised his chin, and looked down at Mu Yang with a condescending gaze.

"You're Mu Yang?"

Su Hai did not roar hysterically, nor did he shout with bloodshot eyes that he wanted to take down Mu Yang.

He looked at her with a calm gaze, as if she were prey, someone he could crush at any moment, just like the woman in the prison.

He didn't even give Mu Yang a chance to speak, and just kept talking to himself: "Tell me, isn't it only natural for a father who lost his daughter to avenge his child?"

"Tell me, why did my daughter, who was so well-behaved and sensible, suffer such misfortune?"

"you say....."

Su Hai seemed to be immersed in a feeling of remembrance, and began to express himself continuously.

Su Chuan seemed to be affected by the emotions as well, and couldn't help but lower his head and sigh.

However, at that moment...

"Bang!!"

A cracking sound suddenly rang out from the stone slab beside Su Chuan.

Suddenly, Mu Yang, who had just been standing next to him, shot out like an arrow.

The black gold four-sided mace hanging at his waist was somehow held in his palm, aimed straight at Su Hai's head.

"Since you miss her so much, why don't you go and keep her company yourself!"

Mu Yang's voice was calm, but the force of the wind carried by the black gold four-sided mace in his hand was quite violent.

Su Hai didn't even have time to respond.

His head exploded in mid-air, spraying red and yellow matter all over the ground.

Su Hai's headless corpse swayed, then fell straight to the ground like a chopped-down wooden stake.

Blood gushed from the empty neck, pooling into a glaring red on the bluestone slab.

The entire courtyard fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Su Chuan's eyes widened, and he froze on the spot.

Bao Ping, who was still pondering whether to ask Uncle Su for more compensation afterward, suddenly stood up from the wooden chair.

The teacup slipped from his hand and shattered on the ground.

How dare he!?

He actually dared to make the first move!

The gaunt old man's pupils contracted, and a murderous intent flashed in his aged, cloudy eyes.

The woman in the wooden cell, who looked like a living dead, seemed to react; her body trembled slightly, and she made a hoarse sound, whether it was crying or laughing, it was hard to tell.

Mu Yang ignored everyone's reactions and simply flicked his wrist, shaking off the flesh and blood from the mace.

The movement was so casual, it was as if he were shaking water droplets off an oil-paper umbrella.

He looked at the group, speaking each word calmly:

"Singing a song before hitting someone, what a lousy habit."