The 66th generation of officials, I'm not afraid of you!

  The rich young master rides a horse and walks a dog, treating people as food, driving and playing. Such a scene where the common people are not as good as dogs, such a cruel and inhumane behavior, is simply infuriating.

  Several beggars were terrified, tears streaming down their faces, begging and wailing, just asking the young masters to spare them and not tease them like this. But the young masters laughed loudly, looking comfortable and amused, as if the beggars being chased by hunting dogs in front of them were not human, but just wild rabbits.

  "Hurry up and run for this young master, otherwise this young master will let his beloved dog bite you to death! You damned things, hurry up!"

  Among the rich and noble young men, the one in the middle wore a brocade long shirt, a white turban on his head, and leather boots on his feet. He was wearing a warm white jade pendant around his waist and was yelling with a ferocious expression, showing a kind of perverted ecstasy.

  The young man's words frightened the beggars so much that they hastened their pace, fearing that they would be torn to pieces by the hunting dogs behind them and end up dead with no whole body left.

  The beggars quickened their pace, and the laughter of these rich young masters grew louder. The young man in the middle nodded his head and laughed: "Haha, go faster, give this young master a bit more! Haha..."

  When Ximen Qing saw this scene, he suddenly jumped up on the spot. He was so angry that his teeth were clenched, the veins on his forehead bulged out, and his handsome face became ferocious and terrifying, as if possessed by a demon. His eyes gleamed with a cold light, as if they could swallow wolves and drive away tigers.

  Ximen Qing drew out the dagger from his waist and cursed, "You are not even as good as pigs or dogs! You don't have any humanity, bullying common people like this. Today I will kill you all to leave some justice in the world!"

  Just as Ximen Qing was about to kill him, he was stopped by Song Qing.

  Song Qing hastily said: "Yi Di, calm down, you must calm down. The man in the middle is Hao Jian, he is the son of the county magistrate of Youyang County, and also the great-grandson of Yang Jia of Dongjing. If you kill him, you will be committing a grave sin, and it will implicate your own family. If Yang Jia finds out that Hao Jian is dead, he will definitely exterminate your entire clan!"

  Song Jiang's face was also filled with indignation, his fists clenched tightly as he thought to himself: "I'll kill those good-for-nothings who have no one to rely on!" But his mouth still spoke helplessly: "Yes, Emperor Yi, that scoundrel is indeed Hao Jian. You mustn't be rash, remember what I said last night - we can't act impulsively. If you kill him now out of anger, the consequences will be too severe. You have to think about your own family's well-being!"

  Killing these bastards is nothing, but if killing them would harm their own family, it's not worth it. Song Jiang and Song Qing are not saints, although they are angry in their hearts, because of the family relationship, they can only endure.

  Ximen Qing looked at Song Jiang and Song Qing, his tightly gripped waist knife didn't loosen in the slightest, instead it was grasped even tighter. A gloomy smile was forced onto Ximen Qing's ferocious face, then he said in a deep voice: "Big brother, second brother, rest assured, I Ximen Qing am not someone without brains, won't act impulsively, heh heh... Since now is the perfect opportunity, I'll wait and not kill them for now. However, don't say that tonight! Hmph! If I Ximen Qing want to kill a certain person, even if they're a god, I'll risk my life to slash him twice! But now I must save those civilians, can't humiliate them like that anymore!"

  Having said that, he broke free from Song Qing's hand and charged forward with his knife.

  Inside the dead hole, the air swirls and turns, with internal force surging underfoot. With a whooshing sound, Ximen Qing arrived in front of those beggars like floating snow. Then his waist knife danced wildly, like a raging storm, cutting off the ropes on their bodies. Next, Ximen Qing's left hand flipped over, shooting out several ghostly stones with a speed that was faster than the blink of an eye, striking the rich young master's mount!

  The fierce horse neighed, its front hooves raised. The rich and noble young men were terrified, and in their fear, they fell off one by one, tumbling to the ground in a sorry state. Their elegant clothes were also stained with mud, how unsightly!

  Ximen Qing put away his waist knife, hastily helped the beggar up from the ground and supported him to a side to sit down and rest.

  These beggars sat on the ground, panting heavily, and then quickly knelt down in front of Ximen Qing, their voices mournful and pitiful as they thanked him: "Thank you, great benefactor! Thank you for saving our lives!"

  The sound of crying was mournful and sorrowful, and Ximen Qing's heart felt a surge of bitter grief, his eyes even becoming slightly moist.

  At once, a murderous intent surged in his heart, and he secretly thought to himself, Tonight, I'll take care of this group of bastards and let them know what it means to be fierce!

  The rich and proud young master who had fallen to the ground wailed loudly, then was hastily helped up by his servants. They glared angrily at Ximen Qing, as if they wanted to swallow him alive. As the most arrogant people in Yangcheng, when had they ever suffered such humiliation?

  Hao Jian's head was covered with mud, looking quite comical. After being helped up by Zheng Da and the others, he shouted at Ximen Qing: "You damned beast, do you know who I am? Do you want to die? How dare you bully me, looking for...?"

  Just as he was about to finish speaking, Ximen Qing's waist knife had already been placed on his neck, so fast that he didn't even notice.

  He felt the icy blade on his neck, and Hao Jian's arrogant curses stopped abruptly. He swallowed hard, his eyes wide with fear, and then begged: "I'm Hao Jian, my father is the county magistrate of Yancheng, and my great-grandfather is Yang Jia. You should know that if you dare to hurt me in the slightest, it will be a crime punishable by extermination of nine clans. So, so... be careful with your knife, don't move recklessly!"

  Ximen Qing coldly looked at Hao Jian and asked: "What did you just say? Have the guts to repeat it?"

  Hao Jian swallowed hard and hastily said: "I, I, what did I say? You should know that my dry grandfather is Yang Jian!"

  Ximen Qing's mouth curled up in a cold smile and he said, "Yang Jiaolong, isn't that the one who is neither male nor female? He's your dry grandfather? What business does he have with me?"

  After finishing speaking, he sheathed his waist knife and kicked out a flying kick, directly kicking Hao Jian flying for several meters.

  That's right, Hao Jian has a strong background and Ximen Qing can't kill him now! But the arrogant Ximen Qing couldn't help but teach him a lesson! Beggars are also human beings, born to parents, treating them like this is truly beastly behavior!

  The other rich young masters hastily lowered their heads, not daring to speak again. With Hao Jian's strong identity being kicked out, would the people who helped them dare to show off?

  "Boom!"

  Hao Jian fell to the ground, and another dog-eating-shit came, vomiting all the food he had eaten in the morning. After being supported by Zheng Da, Zheng Er, and Zheng San, he covered his face and shouted: "You should kick me? Dare to scold my dry grandfather, great sin, great evil, really deserves death, come on, come on, kill this despicable person! Kill him!"

  Never had been so desperate, Hao Jian was a little frantic at this time.

  However, although he shouted like this, Zheng Da and the three people beside him were so afraid that they didn't dare to come forward. On that day, Ximen Qing slapped a gold ingot onto the wooden table with one palm, and they had witnessed it with their own eyes. The kind of strength in his palm was enough to dismember themselves if he hit them.

  On one side was their own master, on the other a dangerous and potentially deadly foe. Zheng Da and the others were anxious at heart. Alas, they could only hastily kneel down and wail to Hao Jian: "Young Master, Young Master, we are incompetent! This person is the one who stole our dog food that day, his martial arts skills are high, we slaves can't defeat him..."

  Hao Jian was so angry that he almost vomited blood. In the past, weren't you three boasting about punching Dongping Prefecture and kicking Yuncheng County? How come when it's time to use you, you're more afraid than anyone else and kneel down first?

  Hao Jian kicked one of them with his foot and sent him tumbling to the ground. Then he bellowed: "Useless things!"

  After scolding, he suddenly found Ximen Qing had moved to stand in front of him.

  I'm guilty! In the previous posts, I mistakenly wrote "Ju Yi Ju" instead of "Ju Xian Ju". Ah, it's already been corrected. Thank you!