"Regret what?" Zhang Fan pressed.

Zeng Guihua forced a smile, like a smiling husky, with an eerie air about her: "I won't tell."

Zhang Fan stepped on Zeng Guihua's hand and crushed it forcefully: "Speak!"

Zeng Guihua screamed incessantly, her hair soaked with cold sweat and clinging to her forehead, looking utterly disheveled.

"I'll talk, I'll talk," Zeng Guihua finally broke down, unable to bear the torment any longer. "My brother said he'll make you regret this."

What did he do?

“I…I don’t know, I really don’t know, he didn’t tell me anything.”

Zhang Fan then ground his weight heavily into Zeng Guihua's palm, the sound of bones cracking was exceptionally clear.

Zeng Guihua repeated the same story, proving she wasn't lying, and he gently withdrew his foot.

With a sudden burst of blood, Zeng Guihua glared at Zhang Fan with eyes full of resentment, finally realizing what had happened: "You're not stupid. You'll go to jail. I'll definitely tell everyone what happened today. You're dead!"

Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Then shut up."

He gently cut Zeng Guihua's throat with a kitchen knife, damaging her vocal cords.

"Ha...ha." Zeng Guihua tried to speak, but could only manage a breathy sound.

Fear crept back up Zeng Guihua's spine.

Zhang Fan is a devil!

She insisted on telling her brother about this.

Zhang Fan wouldn't give her a chance. He severed her tendons with a kitchen knife, so she could no longer communicate with pen and paper.

Zeng Guihua closed her eyes and fainted.

Zhang Fan was thinking about what Zeng Guihua had said about him regretting it.

Zeng Guihua hates Zhang Fan, and Zeng Hu will definitely seek revenge on Zhang Fan for Zeng Guihua's sake.

Either start with him, or with someone important to him; the simplest one is his sister-in-law, Li Chunyan.

Zhang Fan immediately jumped out from the second floor, climbed the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, and carefully looked in the direction of his home.

Both his house and Aunt Pang's house were dark, and there were no signs of activity, indicating that the person had not yet returned.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Fan sprinted towards Baijia Village.

The fastest way was to cross the steep southern slope, so Zhang Fan once again chose to run through the trees.

Because he was in a hurry, he sometimes jumped very high.

Someone got up in the middle of the night and stood in front of the spittoon on the second-floor balcony to urinate. In the blink of an eye, they saw a figure flying across the sky.

He thought he was seeing things, so he rubbed his eyes and looked again. A moment later, he saw another figure flying into the air.

This is serious.

"There are immortals!"

He roared, waking everyone around him.

"What are you yelling about in the middle of the night? Are you calling for ghosts?!"

"There are immortals!" He pointed towards the steep south slope, and many people also saw this scene.

A dark shadow flew up from the forest, skimmed past the bright moon, and then landed lightly.

Everyone who witnessed this scene was filled with shock.

Some people even knelt on the ground and kowtowed towards the shadowy figure, crying out, "Gods, please protect us! Gods, please protect us!"

...

When Zhang Fan arrived at Baijia Village, he didn't know which house his sister-in-law lived in, so he had to check each house one by one.

In the darkness, he was like a ghost, concealing his form and holding his breath, so that ordinary people would not notice him at all.

After visiting ten shops, Zhang Fan was walking through the eleventh when he suddenly heard a faint sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

He quickened his pace and headed toward the source of the sound.

Unexpectedly, they actually saw an acquaintance. Zeng Hu and a lame man were standing face to face, with a burlap sack on the ground.

The lame man was hunched over and leaning on a cane. His exposed profile showed that his mouth was so large it could hold an oil bottle. He had a head of white hair and looked to be around 50 years old.

He asked doubtfully, "Can you really buy a wife for one dollar?"

Zeng Hu: "Of course."

"But what if she runs away and I can't catch up with her?"

Zeng Hu sneered: "Lock her up, or break her legs, as long as she can have children."

The lame man was very tempted. He took out a wad of change from his underwear, counted out one yuan, and handed it over: "I'll buy it."

Zeng Hu glanced at it disdainfully and didn't take it: "Remember, your wife was bought for one dollar. Tonight, she's yours."

"Good!" The lame man's eyes were greedy, and drool was practically dripping from the corner of his mouth.

He hurriedly opened the sack, and inside lay a beautiful woman with her eyes closed, her young skin exuding allure.

The lame man grinned lewdly and reached out a hand to touch the beautiful woman's cheek.

Just as he was about to touch it, a stone struck his hand precisely.

The force was great; the stone was deeply embedded in his palm, and blood trickled down.

He was both surprised and frightened, and looked into the distance.

In the darkness of night, a tall figure stood in the shadows. Although his appearance was not clearly visible, a strong killing intent could be clearly felt.

"It's none of my business, he's the one who came looking for me." The lame man didn't dare stay any longer and quickly ran away, leaning on his crutch.

His leg is already crippled, and now it's uncertain whether he can save his hand.

"Who!" Zeng Hu exclaimed, his entire body radiating murderous intent.

He had a life on his hands and lived a primitive life, so he was not afraid of anything.

Zhang Fan slowly emerged from the shadows. The bright moonlight shone down, casting a silvery glow upon him, making him appear like a god descending to earth, giving off an invisible pressure.

This was the first time Zeng Hu had felt such pressure, and the strange feeling made him suspicious.

He shook his head to clear his mind.

He's just a idiot with great strength and good aim.

How can the flesh defeat a weapon?

He grinned maliciously and pulled a machete from his waist, the scar on his cheek looking particularly ugly.

"You're dead!" he sneered, grabbing his machete and charging at Zhang Fan.

He had killed countless people; dealing with a mere idiot would be more than enough for him.

Zhang Fan stood still, unmoved.

Zeng Hu's lips curled into a victor's smile, but the next second, his smile froze.

Zhang Fan extended two fingers and gently pinched it.

Zeng Hu gritted his teeth and tried to pull back the machete, but the machete seemed to be rooted to the spot and remained unmoved, while the scar trembled with his movements.

Zhang Fan gently released his grip, and the inertia caused him to fall heavily to the ground, roll over, and swallow a mouthful of dirt.

"I underestimated you." Zeng Hu spat out the mud and sand in his mouth and slashed left and right, but Zhang Fan easily blocked them all.

It wasn't until he was so tired that he had to support his knees and was panting that Zeng Hu realized that Zhang Fan was using him as a practice subject.

"Damn it!" Zeng Hu gasped for breath before remembering to take out his phone to call for help.

Before he could even dial the number, something was flicked into his mouth and fell down his throat.

"What did you feed me?" Zeng Hu gagged, trying to vomit, but even after spitting out bile, he didn't see anything.

Zhang Fan stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at him: "You're going to hell."

Zeng Hu's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively wanted to call for help, but his stomach suddenly churned and he felt excruciating pain, as if someone was cutting his internal organs with a dull knife.

Beads of cold sweat slid down his face, and Zeng Hu curled up like a shrimp.

Zhang Fan ignored Zeng Hu, stepped over him, walked over, picked up Li Chunyan, and headed home.