"Aunt Jiao, just starving them , could they die of hunger? We paid a good amount of Silver to buy these girls. If we lose one, none of the bosses would spare us."
In the dim room, a lackey from Happy Village asked.
"Don't worry, I have experience. These girls are incredibly stubborn. If we don't starve them into submission, break their rebelliousness, then when it's time to entertain guests and they get temperamental, upsetting the clients, that's when the real trouble starts."
The middle-aged woman, heavily made up, screeched, "You all, you're just inexperienced. There's no need to worry. They won't starve to death. These girls are all stubborn at the core. As long as they have saliva to drink, we don't have to worry about them dying of hunger for several days."
"That's true, we don't have the broad experiences you do, Aunt Jiao. Who doesn't know that you were once the Oiran at Chunyue Building? Naturally, you know much more than us juniors," the little lackey flattered.
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"Yes, look at those girls in our village, after you trained them, which one isn't obedient and well-taught? This is all thanks to your efforts, Aunt Jiao," another lackey said, echoing the sentiment with a smile.
"Hehehe... you two little things sure do know how to talk."
Aunt Jiao let out an ear-piercing laugh, her body trembling, the rouge and powder on her face almost falling off.
However, the next moment, that ear-piercing laughter came to an abrupt halt.
Because a sword tip had emerged from the front of her chest, completely piercing through her.
"Aunt Jiao, what's wrong with you?"
In the dim light, the two lackeys still hadn't realized what was happening. Seeing that she suddenly fell silent, they couldn't help but ask.
Then, to their horror, they saw Aunt Jiao's body suddenly fly up and hit the stone wall across from them. Blood splattered everywhere, and she tumbled to the ground, dead or alive unknown.
At the same time, a figure appeared from behind Aunt Jiao.
By now, the two lackeys realized they were under attack.
However, before they could react, the next moment, the Sword Light flashed by, slicing across their throats.
The two lackeys, who had wanted to call for help, suddenly couldn't make any sound at all. They could only clutch their throats, their eyes wide with terror as they fell to the ground.
Their mouths moved silently, attempting to say something, but nothing came out. Blood flowed from their fingers, and their eyes gradually dimmed.
This sudden turn of events was unexpected to everyone.
But inside the room, besides the newly-arrived girl who let out a scream, all the others shrank back into the corners, shivering as they watched what unfolded.
It seemed that the lessons of the past few days had taught them that no matter what happened, they dared not cry out loud again.
The girl screamed out once, then suddenly realized something, and quickly covered her mouth, not daring to make another sound.
After Lu Qing killed the three scumbags, there was no trace of happiness on his face.
His ability to see almost perfectly in the dark allowed him to clearly see what was in the grim corner behind the large bars.
There were seven or eight girls locked in chains. Judging by their builds and faces, the oldest was no more than sixteen and the youngest, perhaps only eight or nine.
Apart from the girl who had just been brought in, the rest were all disheveled, skinny, looking barely human, almost ghost-like.
Looking at these girls who were fearfully watching him, Lu Qing didn't know how to comfort them.
He could only say, "Stay here and don't move. Wait a little longer, and I'll come back to rescue you."
After leaving these words, Lu Qing walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
Standing outside, looking at the bright lights, Lu Qing's gaze was filled with coldness.
Killing those three scumbags didn't bring him any sense of relief. On the contrary, his desire to kill was boiling over.
The plight of the girls in the room reminded him that Han Wu and his men had come to Jiuli Village today with the intent of capturing Little Yan.
He didn't dare to imagine what would have happened to Little Yan if she had been captured and brought here, and he didn't happen to have some power.
"Little Li, can you sense where the strongest person in this village is?"
Lu Qing asked after a long silence.
Pondering for a while, Little Li finally pointed in one direction.
Lu Qing looked up and saw that it was the most prominent and tallest wooden building in the center of the village.
"Indeed, is it there?"
Lu Qing carried his sword and slowly walked towards that tall wooden building.
This time, he no longer concealed his presence; the murderous intent burning in his chest made him unwilling to skulk any longer.
What he now required was how to vent the boiling murderous intent.
Activating his Superpower, Lu Qing walked straight toward the wooden building.
Suddenly, around the corner, two men appeared, carrying lanterns and wooden sticks, patrolling.
The two men, upon seeing Lu Qing with a sword and a strange little beast on his shoulder, were startled.
They immediately shouted, "Stop, who are you?"
Before their words faded, Lu Qing exerted strength in his feet, his figure flashed, and he passed between the two men.
The next moment, two heads flew up from behind him, the two Happy Village patrollers fell to the ground, flailing their arms.
After beheading the two minions with a single stroke, Lu Qing didn't look back and continued walking forward.
After dozens of steps, he saw a man cursing as he walked from the direction of the wooden building.
Muttering curses like "bastard," "impossible," and "recover my losses," he headed towards Lu Qing.
When he reached Lu Qing, realizing someone was blocking his way, he looked up and cursed directly, "What the hell, move aside, don't you see I need to get by..."
Halfway through his curse, upon seeing the sword in Lu Qing's hand, he suddenly fell silent as if a duck caught by its neck, unable to utter another word.
Lu Qing looked at the man's scabby head, recalling the conversation he had overheard outside the village.
Without any hesitation, his hand swung lightly, and another head took flight.
Lai Zitou was beheaded with a single stroke, without any chance to beg for mercy.
Dodging the splattering blood, Lu Qing continued toward the wooden building.
Now, he was very close to the building.
At the large door on the bottom of the building, two men with blades and clubs stood guard.
Seeing this, they were shocked and immediately ran over.
"What are you doing!"
Watching the two men running toward him, this time, Lu Qing didn't draw his sword.
Instead, he crouched slightly, and in the next instant, the powerful Qi-Blood within him erupted, his feet leaving two imprints on the hard ground as his figure suddenly vanished, charging toward the two men at extreme speed.
Then, as they neared each other, with two loud thuds followed by a series of bone-cracking sounds, the two guards flew backward even faster.
They crashed through the large doors of the wooden building, into the interior, causing countless screams.
Amidst the screams, Lu Qing entered the building, with Little Li no longer on his shoulder.
Entering the building, Lu Qing glanced around, quickly taking in the situation.
The first floor of the building was very spacious.
It seemed to be a gambling den, but the large table in the middle with various gambling paraphernalia was smashed to pieces by the bodies of the guards he had kicked in, with various gambling games and scattered silver all over the floor.
The various gamblers and scantily clad girls were panicking and taking refuge to the sides.
As Lu Qing walked in, everyone couldn't help but look towards him.
Just then, a voice filled with malice resounded from above.
"Who dares to cause trouble in my Happy Village?!"
Lu Qing raised his head and looked at the several people walking out from the second floor, particularly the tall figure at the front.
Suddenly, with a grin, he said, "Naturally, it's someone here to kill you!"