Sometimes, life and death hang in the balance in an instant.

In fact, when Jing Zhe heard that the bald man had harmed an innocent woman and a baby less than a month old because he had been cuckolded, his impression of the man had already plummeted.

However, he did not intend to kill him at that time, because he was thinking about how to get Magistrate Xu away and how to interrogate Master Kongjing. His focus was not on the bald man.

What truly ignited his murderous intent was the bald man's earlier threat to kill him and his family, women and children. The bald man spoke of it with such ease, indicating that he had done this many times before.

Perhaps, besides his neighbor, the woman, and the baby, he had killed many more innocent people. At this point, he began to feel that this bald man could not be allowed to live, and neither could his brothers outside the prison.

Therefore, he truly deserved to die.

At that moment, the bald man rushed up.

As a thug, Baldy was able to run rampant on the streets of Jiangling City not only because he had a lot of brute force and ruthlessness, but most importantly because he had also learned some external martial arts. Ordinary people were no match for him.

He mustered all his strength to deliver a powerful punch to Jing Zhe's head. If that punch landed, Jing Zhe would either die or be seriously injured!

At this moment, he was overjoyed, but at the same time he felt that he had been too vigilant. He had thought that Jing Zhe was mysterious and might know martial arts. Now he realized that the reason he was able to break the iron chain was because the dagger in his hand was too sharp. He himself did not know martial arts at all. Otherwise, how could he not have dodged when his fist was about to hit his face?

After I kill him, I'll steal his dagger and sneak out while everyone's asleep at night by cutting through the chains!

The bald man became happier and happier as he thought about it, and the fact that he thought this way showed that he knew nothing about martial arts.

When he found out, he would never forget it.

He threw a punch, bracing himself for blood to splatter all over his face, but the next moment, a strange phenomenon occurred.

His punch landed on thin air. Looking at Jing Zhe, he realized that Jing Zhe had somehow appeared beside him. Just as he was in shock, Jing Zhe moved.

He punched the bald man in the chest, sending him flying four or five steps away. With Jing Zhe's strength, if he had really used all his strength to punch him, he could have not only sent him four or five steps away, but he could have even destroyed this prison cell. However, he did not use any internal energy and fought him with the body of an ordinary person. This was because Jing Zhe was afraid that the bald man would die too quickly and that he would not experience the feeling of being blasted to dust.

The bald man took a solid punch to the chest, felt a tightness in his chest, and then coughed up a mouthful of blood. But before he could catch his breath, Jing Zhe's second punch came.

After the first punch, the bald man took four or five steps back. The second punch was even more powerful than the first, and the bald man was knocked into the corner of the wall. His head hit the wall hard and he almost fainted.

He lost his fighting ability before he even touched Jing Zhe.

He leaned against the wall, feeling as if his whole body was falling apart, his body could no longer hold on and he was about to fall to the ground.

At that moment, Jing Zhe's third, fourth, and subsequent fifth, sixth, and seventh punches arrived, forcefully slamming the bald man's body, which was about to fall, against the wall.

Every punch landed hard, drawing blood. The force of each punch could be heard through the loud "bang" sounds. The prisoners in the surrounding cells were all stunned, watching helplessly as the bald man who had previously been above all of them was pinned to the wall and beaten by an inconspicuous teenager.

As Jing Zhe unleashed a series of powerful punches, the bald man was covered in blood. After countless punches, Jing Zhe finally stopped, and the bald man collapsed to the ground as soon as he stopped.

He was panting heavily, but his breath was coming in very little. He looked like he was on the verge of death, just like a person having a final burst of energy before dying. It was clear how hard Jing Zhe had hit him.

Jing Zhe crouched down to look at him and said coldly, "I told you, you deserve to die. Don't worry, and your brothers too. I'll send them to see you soon."

After hearing this, the bald man struggled to lift his head, wanting to look at Jing Zhe one more time. However, before he could even raise his head halfway, Jing Zhe's final punch tore through the air and landed directly on his head.

"Bang!"

Blood splattered everywhere. The bald man lay on his back, his body and face covered in blood. His eyes were wide open, his pupils, not yet fully dilated, filled with terror. He truly died with his eyes wide open.

Inside the cell, there was a deathly silence.

All the prisoners stared at Jing Zhe with their mouths agape, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

Most of the prisoners who were brought in had murder on their hands. They had seen and experienced too many fights and were not afraid of killing or dying. But they had never seen anyone like Jing Zhe who could kill someone calmly, punch by punch.

To be honest, at that moment, they were all afraid.

The fear a vicious villain evokes is far less than that of a handsome young man with a smiling face, because you never know when he will strike or what methods he will use to kill.

Jing Zhe pulled a piece of paper out of his clothes—when he left Feng's Restaurant, he had been careful to bring extra sheets of Xuan paper and his brushes with him, and now they came in handy.

After wiping his hands with paper, Jing Zhe walked out of the cell.

He began to slowly stroll along the prison corridor, scanning the prisoners in each cell. These prisoners, who had previously shown great disdain for Prefect Xu and even dared to mock him, all lowered their heads and dared not meet his gaze when they saw Jing Zhe looking over.

Jing Zhe was very satisfied with this.

It seems that what I just did was indeed a bluff—no, it wasn't a mountain, it was just a small mound, and they weren't tigers, they were just monkeys at most.

Looking at the cell where Master Kongjing was, the three monks were huddled in the corner, trembling. After all, this was the first time they had witnessed a murder.

Jing Zhe smiled and walked straight towards Master Kongjing's cell. When Master Kongjing and the others saw Jing Zhe's bloody and ruthless methods, their shock was secondary; their fear was even greater.

Seeing Jing Zhe walking towards them, Master Kongjing quickly turned his head to the side and silently prayed that Jing Zhe would not come looking for them.

However, Master Kongjing seems to have committed too many sins. Even though he lived in the temple for so many years, Buddha did not show any intention of protecting him. Perhaps this also shows that Buddha is still efficacious and will not protect bad people who have done many evil deeds.

The next moment, Jing Zhe arrived at the cell door, looked at the three trembling figures inside, and said with a smile, "Old monk, I've come to see you!"

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