Seventy years old is the age to take risks!

"Can't afford to pay, huh? Heh, fine then, you lot, take this young lady away!"

Zhang Xiaoshan smiled slightly, waved his hand behind him, and signaled several burly men to go up and snatch the person.

"No...Young Master Zhang, you can't do this! In broad daylight, where is justice? Where is the law?"

Old Man Qian burst into tears and grabbed Zhang Xiaoshan's thigh.

"Law? This is the black market, and you're talking to me about law? Haha, that's hilarious."

Zhang Xiaoshan laughed wildly, "My uncle is Zhang Bo, and I'm the law on this street! Beat him up!"

Immediately, several burly men rushed forward, pinned Old Man Qian to the ground, and began punching and kicking him, causing him to scream in pain.

The people around looked reluctant, shook their heads and sighed. Some clenched their fists in anger, but no one dared to step forward.

What happened to the promised protection of the black market?

Why isn't anyone making a move?

Does that mean all the protection money they paid on the black market was wasted?

In an instant, many people's expressions turned strange.

Jiang Yuan arrived just in time to witness the beating, and without saying a word, he unleashed three sword energies.

Bang bang bang!

In an instant, the three burly men who were beating Old Man Qian each received a sword strike, their bodies instantly exploding and leaving no trace of their bodies.

These were all second-rate thugs, completely incapable of withstanding Jiang Yuan's sword strike.

"Ah, murder!"

The local people who had set up stalls around the area were terrified and scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing far away.

"Who? Who dares to kill my men?"

Zhang Xiaoshan was also terrified, but then he felt a surge of rage, which was simply uncontrollable.

His uncle is Zhang Bo!

Who would dare to oppose him here?

Looking back, he saw an old man in a blue martial arts robe, with an air of otherworldly wisdom, slowly walking towards him, his eyes extremely indifferent.

"Who...who are you?"

Zhang Xiaoshan was momentarily intimidated by Jiang Yuan's imposing presence.

Jiang Yuan glanced at Zhang Xiaoshan, completely ignoring him, and shouted loudly to the crowd:

"Please don't panic, everyone. I am Jiang Yuan, the manager here. I just killed some troublemakers."

Upon hearing this, everyone around breathed a sigh of relief and immediately felt at ease.

So he was the manager of the black market. No wonder he dared to kill someone. But this manager was too old.

"In charge?"

Zhang Xiaoshan's gaze sharpened, and then he remembered that his uncle was a steward, which should be one level higher than a manager, and he immediately felt more confident.

"You bastard, you old geezer, how dare you ignore me?"

Do you know who my second uncle is?

Zhang Xiaoshan blew his beard and glared.

"You lowly steward, you dare kill my men? Kneel down and apologize right now, or else..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Xiaoshan suddenly felt a flash of cold light before his eyes, and then he was shocked to find that his head had been detached from his body and was flying out of his mouth, with blood gushing out!

He could actually see his own back!

I've been beheaded?

By the time he realized this, Zhang Xiaoshan was already dead.

Even in death, he couldn't understand why this old man dared to kill him without a word.

Aren't you afraid of his second uncle?

At this moment, Li Yi, who had followed behind, was also dumbfounded, staring blankly at the pile of corpses on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, this man has killed so many people?

Upon closer inspection, he suddenly realized that the young man lying on the ground looked familiar; he seemed to be the same young master that Zhang Bo had instructed him to serve yesterday.

"Zhang Xiaoshan?"

Li Yi was startled: "Master Jiang, why did you kill him?"

Jiang Yuan said calmly, "This man broke the rules of the black market, bullying men and women on my turf. What's wrong with killing him?"

"Ouch!"

Li Yi's face was full of bitterness. He cried out, "Master Jiang, you don't know this, this is Steward Zhang's nephew! We've gotten ourselves into big trouble!"

Zhang the Deacon's nephew?

Isn't he the one who snatched the house that someone else had reserved yesterday?

That's good, the conflict is gone.

Jiang Yuan raised an eyebrow: "What? I'm just following the rules. What can he do about it?"

"Master Jiang, rules are rules, but Steward Zhang is known as Madman Zhang. If you encounter him in the future, it would be best to avoid him for now."

Li Yi shook his head and sighed.

Killing a steward's own nephew, this matter is unlikely to be resolved so easily.

Moreover, Zhang An is a notorious madman in Xuanwu Hall. His strength is actually average; he only got the position of steward by virtue of his ruthlessness.

Almost everyone who crossed him died.

At his most insane, this man even considered attacking Zhu Hufei, the leader of the White Tiger Hall, but this only earned him Zhu Hufei's admiration.

Jiang Yuan chuckled lightly, but didn't say anything more.

Should I avoid his sharp edge?

He dared to kill Xue Tu and Zhou Yun, so why would he be afraid of a mere steward from the black market?

"Thank you very much, Master Jiang!"

At this moment, Old Man Qian brought his daughter to Jiang Yuan to kowtow and express their gratitude for saving them.

Jiang Yuan glanced at the father and daughter with complicated emotions, then calmly said, "Go home. Don't come here again tomorrow."

"Yes, yes, thank you very much, Mr. Jiang!"

Old Man Qian agreed and quickly pulled his daughter away from Sishui Street.

This place had become a dangerous place for them, where any action could cost them their lives.

.....

White Tiger, inside the Zhang residence.

Zhang Bo was in the room, embracing two beautiful women and making love, panting heavily.

He is over forty years old and still has no children. He doesn't know what went wrong, even though he tries very hard every day.

Therefore, he readily agreed to his elder brother's request to bring his nephew Zhang Xiaoshan over to be his son. He vowed to reform Zhang Xiaoshan and make him a promising talent under his command.

"Deacon Zhang, something terrible has happened!!"

Just then, several shouts rang out from outside the door.

"Who the hell is this? You're such a killjoy! You think I won't chop you bastards up?"

Zhang Bo shuddered, climbed off the two beautiful women, pulled up his trousers, and walked out the door. He saw several burly men carrying a headless corpse up his mansion, which reeked of a foul stench.

"You bastards, what are you doing bringing a headless corpse into my house? Are you trying to disgust me to death? What a damn bad luck!" Zhang Bo cursed, feeling extremely depressed.

If it weren't for these people wailing and howling, which scared it into submission, it might have been able to hold on a little longer.

That's bad enough, but they even brought in a headless corpse!

"Master Zhang...this is Young Master Zhang!" several burly men cried out in anguish.

They were sent by Zhang Bo to find Zhang Xiaoshan, fearing that the kid might cause some trouble in the black market and offend someone he shouldn't have.

Although Zhang Bo is a butler, there are quite a few people in the black market that even butlers can't afford to offend.

"Young Master Zhang? Which Young Master Zhang?"

Zhang Bo's eyelids twitched, then his expression changed drastically, and he demanded, "Xiao Shan? Is he Xiao Shan?"

"Exactly!"

Several burly men knelt down with a thud, weeping and saying, "Young master was out shopping today when he was inexplicably killed. When we arrived, all that was left was this headless corpse."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Bo stumbled and nearly fell. He walked unsteadily to Zhang Xiaoshan's body, then his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground.

A moment later, a deafening roar echoed from inside the Zhang residence, the voice filled with extreme rage:

"Who! Who the hell dared to kill my nephew?!"