Chapter 95 - 95 Don't Make Me Angry
95 Don’t Make Me Angry
In the dark night, the smell of blood filled the air. Screams rang out from time to time in the residence, and everything was drowning in chaos.
The once high and mighty Wang family had now been reduced to rubble.
Jiang Ming sighed and casually killed a masked martial artist who was trying to attack him. He continued to walk into the depths of the Wang manor.
If it had been a few years ago, when the country of Yan still had power and the government was at its peak, the Wang family might not have been destroyed so easily.
However, things were different now. Rebel armies were cropping up, and the whole country was on the verge of collapse. The country’s soldiers were all thinking about how to protect themselves, so how could they care about the Wang family?
In the inner courtyard of the residence, the sounds of a fight could be heard. The courtyard walls were smashed, and a figure covered in blood flew out. He turned around and fled.
Jiang Ming glanced at him and recognized that he was a steward of the Wang family. He was a famous second-class martial artist in the prefecture and held a high position in the Wang family.
A burly man with two iron hammers in his hands was chasing after him with a murderous look on his face. He seemed to be the master of some martial arts school.
Jiang Ming stepped forward and stood in front of the steward, saying, “This guy is mine!”
“Where did you come from? get lost.” The burly man’s eyebrows stood up. He did not bother to talk to Jiang Ming. He lifted the iron hammer and smashed it down.
There was a loud noise. The iron hammer was stopped in its tracks
A palm that was surrounded by blood Qi easily lifted the iron hammer. Then, with a flick of his finger, the iron hammer was sent flying, causing the burly man’s hand to split open in a bloody mess.
“A-A first-class martial artist!” When the burly man saw the palm covered with blood Qi, he turned around and fled as if he had seen a ghost.
Jiang Ming casually threw a sword that he had picked up. It instantly cut through the night sky and pierced the chest of the burly man, leaving behind a bloody hole in his chest. A second-class martial artist’s body was impervious to swords and spears, but under the terrifying strength of a first-class martial artist, it was defenseless.
Jiang Ming’s eyes were calm. He turned around and looked at the steward.
“Thank you for saving me. I can’t thank you enough.” The steward of the Wang family bowed in fear, his eyes filled with relief. “Are you an old friend of the family? Could it be—”
However, before he could finish, Jiang Ming waved his hand and interrupted him, “Don’t thank me. Tell me, where is the Wang family’s master-level martial arts technique?”
The steward was stunned, and his face turned pale. “Not you too…”
Jiang Ming was a little impatient and walked directly to him. A moment later, he left the mangled steward behind and rushed towards the Wang family’s master’s courtyard.
The steward was very loyal, but unfortunately, he was not loyal enough. Under Jiang Ming’s interrogation, he quickly told him the whereabouts of the technique.
When Jiang Ming arrived in the deepest part of the Wang family, in a secluded courtyard, the gate of the courtyard had already been broken. There were angry shouts, screams, and crying in the courtyard, but for the past few seconds, there had been silence.
“It seems that someone has already arrived.” Jiang Ming walked in calmly.
The courtyard was also covered in blood, and a few Wang family members were lying on the ground, no longer breathing.
Only a young woman with bright eyes stood in the courtyard without fear. Around her, a few foreign martial artists with blood on their swords were staring at her with dark expressions.
“Miss Wang,” Jiang Ming sighed internally.
He remembered the big sensation that she had caused when she went to Peace County to set free the fish. At that time. he was still a small herb gatherer. He was looking for the fat fish that Miss Wang set free in the river with Ah Fei and Old Jiang. Life was happy and carefree back then.
Time flew by. Although things remained the same, people had changed!
“What’s going on?” Jiang Ming returned to his senses, approached one of them, and asked like a curious passer-by.
“Get lost!” the man beside Jiang Ming shouted coldly.
His head exploded with a single punch, and his headless body fell limply to the ground.
Jiang Ming wiped his fist casually, “Don’t make me angry. If I get angry. You guys won’t survive!”
“Speak!” Jiang Ming stared at another person.
The man’s face turned pale. He looked at the body on the ground that was still bleeding and quickly said, “Miss Wang has burned all the Wang family’s magic arts, ancient books, and prescriptions. There’s nothing left in this courtyard. She said that she has memorized everything and that she will give everything to whoever can save her and help her escape from Great Cloud City.”
Jiang Ming was stunned, and then he remembered that when he met Miss Wang in the Wang manor, she had said that she had a photographic memory.
Jiang Ming was rendered speechless, but he had to admit that Miss Wang had played her cards well.
“Are they telling the truth?” He stared at Miss Wang.
“Yes. If you can take me away, I’ll tell you everything.” Miss Wang smiled.
Jiang Ming glanced at her hands that were hidden under her sleeves, and her pale knuckles seemed to be trembling. It was obvious that Miss Wang was not as calm as she looked.
“Since things have come to this, you can only leave with me!” Jiang Ming said indifferently.
The other martial artists grew red in the face and started shouting at him.
Alas, Jiang Ming flew out like a ghost. He rushed to one of them and snapped his head off before looking at the others with a smile.
The ones remaining shivered and did not dare say another word.
“Let’s go!” Jiang Ming said lightly and walked out of the courtyard with Miss Wang.
Along the way, many people tried to kill her, but they were all dealt with by Jiang Ming.
Gradually, a bloody path was carved out, and no one dared approach them.
“I didn’t encounter any first-class martial artists!”
Jiang Ming was a bit upset but he understood. Great Cloud City was unstable and the few first-class martial artists left either fled or were in hiding. They would not want to risk raiding the Wang manor.
Jiang Ming picked up Miss Wang by her collar as if he were picking up a kitten. With a few leaps, he disappeared into the night.