noffsinger Chapter 726 Enraged
Chapter 726 Enraged
The little girl was clearly frightened behind Lin Ping. She tugged at Lin Ping's clothes and whispered, "Young Master Lin, let's go tell the master."
Lin Ping ignored her and instead swept his large hand all the way down her eyelids.
"What are you doing? This is the Zhang residence, get out of here!" a gatekeeper said angrily.
It's already late at night, and I doubt anyone will come to visit. Besides, Lin Ping is dressed shabbily, so he can't possibly be a distinguished guest of the Zhang residence.
Lin Ping smiled faintly, saying nothing, but his eyes were cold.
Bang!
A fist as hard as a hammer landed on the doorman's face, instantly splitting his nose open and sending blood splattering everywhere. The doorman was in excruciating pain and fainted on the spot.
Occasionally, while I was closing my eyes, I suddenly felt a warm sensation on my cheek, which startled me, and I quickly opened my eyes wide.
She clearly thought Lin Ping's head had been smashed open.
These gatekeepers were all big and burly. Although Lin Ping was tall, he wasn't particularly strong and couldn't withstand a punch from them.
At this moment, the other three gatekeepers surrounded Lin Ping, angrily saying, "You brat, how dare you cause trouble at the Zhang residence? You have a death wish!"
Lin Ping ignored the other person completely and continued walking forward with Rou'er in his arms.
His only goal was to rescue Meng Qingge as soon as possible, not to hit her.
Of course, if any foolish servants blocked his way, he wouldn't hesitate to go on a killing spree.
What's killing a few slaves of the Daye Dynasty? He wasn't afraid when he was surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Daye Dynasty soldiers.
These men were startled by Lin Ping's cold gaze. Given the precedent of the first person being beaten, they dared not fight Lin Ping one-on-one.
"Brothers, come together."
The three men charged forward menacingly, their fists, each the size of a clay pot, aimed at Lin Ping's head—a truly cruel act.
"Young Master Lin, run!" Rou'er was terrified and tried to pull Lin Ping away, but he stood there like a mountain, unmoved.
Bang bang bang!
Three fists landed on Lin Ping's head from different directions.
"Hmph, all show and no substance." The doorman spat out a mouthful of phlegm in disdain.
Although they felt as if they had hit a block of iron, and their fists were in excruciating pain, they felt that Lin Ping was in grave danger, at the very least knocked unconscious, or even in mortal danger.
What's the big deal about killing a poor person? The Zhang family is backing us up anyway.
Rou'er's eyes narrowed with worry as she waited for the sight of Lin Ping's head bleeding profusely.
Lin Ping disappointed them; not only was he not bleeding from the head, but his expression became even colder.
"Is that all the strength you have? You might as well be a cripple!" Lin Ping exhaled a chilling breath, his murderous eyes slicing through his opponent.
Click, click, click!
As the palm strike landed, all three arms were severed simultaneously, the white bones piercing through the flesh and exposed, clearly rendered useless.
Overwhelmed by pain, they lay on the ground writhing in agony, utterly powerless to stop Lin Ping.
"Let's go!" Lin Ping said calmly, but he didn't forget to hold Rou'er's little hand.
Rou'er stared at Lin Ping in disbelief, never imagining that Lin Ping possessed such skills.
She didn't even see Lin Ping's movements clearly; he was definitely the most powerful and ruthless man she had ever seen.
"Is this still the same gentle and kind Young Master Lin?" Rou'er felt a little scared.
At this moment, Lin Ping was like a mountain. Although reliable, his aura was cold and somewhat aloof.
After the two entered the Zhang residence, they were immediately surrounded by more than a dozen servants, all of whom were carrying knives.
"Breaking into the Zhang residence late at night is a serious crime. Kill the man, spare the woman," said the Zhang family steward, his face contorted with grimaces.
In order to protect the rights and interests of high-ranking officials and nobles, there is indeed such a provision in the law: those who trespass on private property are no different from assassins.
In other words, the Zhang family could rise up in resistance, but the government had no right to interfere with how they resisted.
As the saying goes, even the best martial arts master is afraid of a kitchen knife.
Rou'er's heart leaped into her throat again, and she used all her strength to pull Lin Ping away and escape.
"Trying to run? Too late!" The servants, wielding sharp blades, charged forward menacingly, intending to cleave Lin Ping in two.
There's no benefit in killing someone, but the girl next to Lin Ping will belong to him.
"It's too late!" Lin Ping tapped his toes, his body suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already behind the man.
He was a top expert in the Black Lotus Realm; in front of him, this servant's speed seemed to be slowed down sixty-four times.
Lin Ping grabbed the man's hand holding the knife, twisted it forcefully, and the blade drew an arc in the air, cleanly severing the man's hand.
Ah!
The man clutched his severed arm and howled in agony, not only from the pain but also from despair.
Even if they survive by sheer luck, they will be missing a hand.
The blood-stained scimitar spun several times in the air before appearing in Lin Ping's hand.
"Since you want to play, I'll play with you."
His chilling gaze was like that of a demon from hell, utterly ferocious.
The servants were all terrified and stood frozen in place.
Lin Ping is neither afraid of the strong nor sympathetic to the weak; they must pay the price for their actions.
Whoosh whoosh!
With a swift stroke, the right hands of more than ten people were severed almost simultaneously, and the spraying blood stained the snow red.
"Please, please, let me go!" The butler, who had been shouting the loudest, knelt on the ground and begged desperately.
Lin Ping answered his question with a cold look in his eyes.
The butler's heart skipped a beat. Knowing that the arm was not meant for him, he stretched out his left arm and said with a death-defying air, "If you're going to cut off someone, cut off my left hand."
For most people, the right hand is more useful, so since they would have to lose an arm, they would choose the left hand.
"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to cut off both your hands!"
A flash of cold light, and both hands landed on the ground at the same time. The butler didn't even have a spare hand to stop his bleeding arms, and he lay on the snow like a dead pig.
"Let's go!" Lin Ping took Rou'er's little hand again.
Rou'er was just a maidservant; she had only ever seen street brawls and fights, never such a bloody scene. Her little face turned ashen with fright.
The smell of blood made her nauseous, and even her legs felt weak and unresponsive.
To be honest, if it weren't for Rou'er's feelings, Lin Ping would have chopped off their heads.
When a person is blinded by anger, they will not consider the consequences.
Is murder punishable by death? Sorry, Lin Ping isn't afraid!
No fewer than a hundred people died directly at his hands, not to mention those indirectly killed by him.
The other servants who arrived upon hearing the news were terrified; they had no courage to challenge this demon.
They made way for Lin Ping, secretly hiding their large knives behind their backs.
Even though he had never been to the Zhang residence, Lin Ping knew where Zhang Mingfang's room was.
Just as Zhang Mingfang was about to pounce on Meng Qingge, the door was blown open by a gust of cold wind.
"Damn this evil wind," Zhang Ming said unhappily. "Someone, close the door for me right now."
As they were speaking, a dark shadow flashed by; it was undoubtedly the evil wind.
"Who?" Zhang Mingfang asked warily. Before he could react, a sharp pain shot through his chest, and his body flew a long way, crashing into the wall behind him.