After reading lips, the Mute Girl discovered that Zhao Ya was investigating the truth about Nandian Town.

But Lian Hao, who had always bullied her the most, was now cowering and didn’t dare to reveal the truth.

In a moment of excitement, she rushed forward and wrote the truth for Zhao Ya.

Seeing the Mute Girl with tears streaming down her face, Zhao Ya felt a surge of anger welling up in his chest.

He gently helped her up and said in the softest voice possible, "Don’t worry, I’m here. It’s all over now. Not one of those who did this will get away, that’s my promise to you."

The Mute Girl nodded vigorously, overwhelmed with tears of joy.

Zhao Ya carefully folded the two pages and placed them in his pocket, then walked in front of Lian Hao.

Though Lian Hao couldn’t speak and couldn’t move, his ears were still functioning.

He heard every word Zhao Ya said and the sound of the Mute Girl writing.

He knew right then that he was finished!

Given what he’d done, there was no doubt he was going to die today.

So when he saw Zhao Ya standing before him, Lian Hao’s eyes were full of despair and pleading.

But Zhao Ya ignored all that.

Yang Bin was indeed vile, but Lian Hao, his chief lackey, was equally unforgivable.

Zhao Ya couldn’t be bothered with small talk. He grabbed a chopstick from the table and crouched down, tilting Lian Hao’s head to fix it in position.

Lian Hao was terrified, he realized what Zhao Ya intended to do.

But he was unable to struggle and could only watch helplessly as Zhao Ya aimed the chopstick at his ear.

Thud.

Zhao Ya thrust forcefully, the chopstick pierced straight through the ear canal, going more than halfway in.

Under the extreme pain, Lian Hao’s previously dissipated qi blood surprisingly returned.

Then Lian Hao started to struggle violently, letting out a heartrending scream.

This time Zhao Ya didn’t cover his mouth.

Because the matter had already been exposed. Even without the real ledger, the two pages written by the Mute Girl were enough to condemn Yang Bin and the others.

So the guards outside were alerted and could be dealt with all at once to eliminate future troubles.

Zhao Ya casually withdrew the chopstick and smiled, "Seems like you can’t handle it. When you tortured the Mute Girl, she probably didn’t cry like this."

Lian Hao couldn’t even beg for mercy now.

He only felt unbearable pain in half his head, and his ear rang incessantly.

Zhao Ya’s actions had been precise, puncturing his eardrum and ear chamber without damaging the deeper brain tissue.

"Good, now turn this way."

With that, Zhao Ya slowly turned Lian Hao over and fixed his head again.

Just as he was about to make a move, footsteps were heard outside, along with voices.

"Master Hao, what’s wrong?"

The guards had been chatting idly in the front yard, and initially, they hadn’t understood what the scream meant.

"Master Hao seems to be in a good mood today, trying out some new game perhaps. So good he’s shouting himself?" someone joked.

"Who knows, maybe he played too hard."

The guards thought Lian Hao was playing, so they didn’t pay attention at first.

But another scream made them change color and they rushed over.

Hearing his subordinates’ shouts, a glimmer of hope appeared on Lian Hao’s face.

"Hurry, save me, someone wants to kill me."

Upon hearing this, his subordinates naturally couldn’t stand by, and they all rushed in.

When they burst into the room, they saw Zhao Ya squatting with a blood-stained chopstick in his hand and a smile on his face.

"Just in time, enjoy the thrilling performance next, don’t blink."

With that, Zhao Ya thrusts down again.

Thud.

Chopstick entered the ear, blood spattered.

Lian Hao let out a desperate wail.

The group shuddered.

They were used to bullying disabled people, but against someone as ruthless as Zhao Ya, they were truly afraid.

"Listen, such a beautiful sound, just like when you dealt with others," Zhao Ya’s smile was gentle, but to them, he seemed like a demon.

Someone couldn’t withstand the pressure and turned to flee.

Zhao Ya casually threw the chopstick, and it pierced the person’s chest from behind like an arrow.

Thud.

The corpse fell.

Then Zhao Ya slowly stood up, looking down at Lian Hao’s venomous gaze.

"Enjoy it slowly, this is just the beginning, but I need to deal with your minions first. Don’t be anxious."

With that, Zhao Ya charged out, raising his fist.

The closest was the one who just taunted about wanting to taste the Mute Girl’s flavor.

Faced with Zhao Ya’s punch, he couldn’t even defend himself, only watching it hit his chest.

Thud!

After a sound like a watermelon bursting, the person’s upper body exploded into a mist of blood.

"One!" Zhao Ya said blandly.

To the remaining ears, it was like the devil’s voice.

Finally, someone couldn’t bear the pressure anymore, collapsing on the ground, speechless.

But no matter how terrified, how they pleaded, the slaughter continued at a measured pace.

"The eleventh."

As the last person was blasted apart, Zhao Ya turned to face Lian Hao.

Though he couldn’t hear, his eyes worked fine.

So the cruelly beautiful slaughter had him terrified to his core.

Now resigned to death, he only wished for a swift end.

But though he wanted to die, Zhao Ya had no intention of killing him yet.

First, Zhao Ya turned to the Mute Girl.

"How is it? Are you satisfied?"

The Mute Girl’s tears flowed like a breached dam, unable to stop, but she nodded repeatedly.

These dead men, their hands stained with her or other pitiable children’s blood.

"Come, I’ll take you to the next act."

Her satisfaction wasn’t enough; Zhao Ya wasn’t content yet.

Because the mastermind was still at large, tonight’s slaughter was just the beginning.

Zhao Ya wasn’t quick to anger, but once roused, only bloodshed could extinguish it.

Tonight was one such time.

Especially the burning rage in his chest, it couldn’t be calmed without killing.

Zhao Ya extended his arm around the Mute Girl, lifting Lian Hao like a dead dog with the other hand.

Then Zhao Ya flew up, heading again for the residence of Yang Bin.

Yang Bin was drinking at the time.

It was his habit, having two glasses before bed every night.

But today, for some reason, Yang Bin felt uneasy, as if something was going to happen.

This made Yang Bin furrow his brow.

Strange.

Could there be a flaw in what he did today?

Yang Bin thought it over carefully, still finding nothing.

His usual dealings with visitors from the Azure Dragon Temple had always been like this.

Just as Yang Bin couldn’t figure it out, a dull thud of something heavy landed outside the yard.

"Who!" Yang Bin instantly became alert.

No reply from outside.

It was late, and the elderly servants had all gone to bed.

In an effort to show off his "cleanliness," Yang Bin’s residence had no guards.

Hearing something amiss outside, he could only muster up his spirits, taking the oil lamp and hobbling out.

The ground was covered with a dark shadow; getting closer, Yang Bin’s expression changed drastically.

Because lying there was his most capable subordinate, Lian Hao.

But Lian Hao appeared wretched, his eyes gouged, ears bleeding, even his tongue was cut out.

If not for the faint breath, he’d be as good as dead.

Just as Yang Bin felt a chill, a cold voice sounded behind him.

"Do you remember these methods, Chief Steward Yang?"

Yang Bin slowly turned to see Zhao Ya standing on the roof with the Mute Girl, looking down at him.

Zhao Ya had shed his disguise, so Yang Bin recognized him at once, gnashing his teeth.

"Zhao Ya, you’re ruthless."

"Ruthless?" Zhao Ya shook his head, "Compared to you, I’m far behind."

"At least I can’t harm innocent children."

Yang Bin’s expression fluctuated, eventually speaking in a low voice, "So you know it all?"