This guy is even more ruthless than the villagers.

Although this villager cursed and swore, he basically didn't lay a hand on anyone; he was just foul-mouthed.

Wang Wu is different; this guy doesn't treat people like human beings.

Get started with your hands and feet.

Accumulate a wave of anger.

Soon, in order to speed up the construction period...

The walls are already covered with many portraits.

Those who could draw painted figures, while the refugees who couldn't draw moved scaffolds and did odd jobs.

Apply paint.

During this period, Liu Quan arranged for a group of hooligans and thugs, such as Wang Wu, who had led the initial entry into the village, to be appointed as management and oversight personnel.

There were about a dozen people.

He smugly remarked, "It seems that wicked people can thrive anywhere." Some began earnestly instructing their subordinates that one should not be too honest, but rather dare to think and act.

The people who live the best lives in this world are us wicked people. The reason you are trampled under my feet is because you are too honest!

Be wicked, ruthless, and vicious—as the old saying goes, "A man without ruthlessness is no true man!"

The rest of the honest and hardworking men had blank expressions.

Many people even began to waver.

Why is it that he can do no work, yet command, supervise, and manage us like we're his grandchildren...?

Soon, the portraits of all the people in the village were depicted in considerable detail.

And the night before.

The refugees were given a pound of homemade rice wine each, a rare occurrence.

Let's take a break and enjoy ourselves.

Liu Quan came over to report the situation to Chen Xian.

Chen Xian nodded and said, "That's fine. Some people are born bad, so let me, a good person, help the honest people in the world and give them a little hope."

Liu Quan nodded, and soon some people started to get worked up and question Wang Wu and the others.

"What right do you have to order us around?"

Why do they beat and verbally abuse us so much, even more so than the villagers?!

Wang Wu said fiercely, "You're not convinced?"

He slammed the bowl and chopsticks on the ground, and a dozen people around him stood up to protect him.

A slap landed on the honest man's face.

All around were mocking voices: coward! idiot! incompetent! useless!

The man's eyes were bloodshot. He picked up a shard of broken porcelain from the ground and instantly stabbed it into Wang Wu's neck!

Blood spurted out!

Everyone was stunned.

It's completely unexpected that this usually taciturn man could be so spirited, not just talkative, but quick to act!

I couldn't react at all.

Wang Wu and his gang began punching and kicking the honest man.

The others drank some rice wine on an empty stomach. This stuff is supposed to be smooth and mild, and you don’t feel much of a kick at first!

But after a while, as it brewed in my stomach, I felt dizzy and lightheaded.

In an instant, I felt dizzy.

In addition, these green-skinned people just don't know how to restrain themselves!

Bullying, mocking, and insulting!

The honest man started to help him, and they got into a fight with the other men.

How can a dozen or so men fight against more than forty men?

Even Ip Man would be seriously injured if he fought ten people.

I'll use a relentless barrage of calls to scare you to death.

Soon a commotion arose.

The patrolling man wanted to see what was going on.

They were turned away by the Fair Gang members guarding the entrance.

"Just kidding."

Soon, more than ten people were beaten to death.

Nobody cares at all.

The man looked terrified after realizing what had happened.

Liu Quan, leading his men, was shocked and tried to reassure them, "What happened?"

The honest man trembled and said, "I did it. He kept calling me Kang Niang and hitting me. I couldn't take it!"

The others pleaded for leniency.

Liu Quan waved his hand calmly and said, "Understood. You guys throw these people over to the other side of the trench..."

"It's no big deal, understand? Several people suddenly fell ill and died, do you understand?"

The honest man nodded frantically: "I understand, Boss Quan, you're such a good person."

A dozen or so people were thrown into the trench without any cover, like leaves falling in the wind.

He simply threw some dirt over them, covered them up, and sent everyone back to sleep.

...

The patrol team discovered the incident early the next morning.

An urgent report was given to Chen Qingshan.

Chen Qingshan and Chen Gui then asked Chen Xian about this matter.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Xian replied, "You reap what you sow, right?"

"Um!"

"Isn't it reasonable to get people from certain races?"

"What the hell?"

"No joke!"

"I'm not kidding, have you forgotten where the bodies of those bears and pheasants that came to ambush us at the beginning were thrown?"

Chen Qingshan covered his head, both amused and exasperated: "It itches so much, my brain..."

Despite his complaints, Chen Qingshan had long suspected those people were no good, so this was for the best.

Anyway, the road has been repaired.

The painting is finished.

If it's gone, it's gone.

Um?

How did I become like Chen Xian, treating people like rags and mules?

It must be his influence on me.

That must be it, yes!

[Countdown: 24 hours. Tomorrow, the 20,000-word final chapter will be released, family members.]

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