Hearing Zhao Ya’s praise, Zui’Er finally breathed a sigh of relief and shyly smiled, "That’s good, I was afraid I hit too hard."
"Too hard? Not at all. If you hadn’t been a bit harsh with him at the time, you might have been in trouble. Those few strikes you landed were excellent," Zhao Ya said with a smile.
Only then did Zui’Er smile as if relieved of a heavy burden.
To be honest, that day when she wielded a wooden stick to break Jiang Junyan’s limbs, it had already taken all her courage.
For this reason, she had been having nightmares frequently these past few days.
It wasn’t until Zhao Ya’s praise that she seemed to unload a thousand-pound burden.
"Go make me something delicious, I’m starving!" Zhao Ya said with a laugh.
"Mm-hmm, I’ll go do it now." Zui’Er eagerly went off.
The smile on Zhao Ya’s face gradually faded as he turned and walked into the darkness.
A moment later, Zhao Ya arrived in front of the vegetable cellar. Sure enough, the cellar door was locked with a big padlock, and there were many holes poked into it.
Zhao Ya didn’t rush to enter.
Though Jiang Junyan’s limbs had been broken, it had been three days since, and who knew if this guy might have made some secret arrangement for an ambush.
After all, these rogues in the Jianghu known for their theft and trickery often had bizarre means.
While Zhao Ya was angry, he never underestimated these people.
To avoid being caught unawares, Zhao Ya made the most careful preparations.
He lit the Mind Confusing Incense and extended it through one of the holes in the wooden door.
Three minutes later, Zhao Ya confirmed that the cellar must have been filled with the Mind Confusing Incense, then grabbed the Meteorite Iron Saber, smashed the lock, and opened the wooden door.
After waiting a bit longer for the air inside to circulate, Zhao Ya then stepped inside.
The cellar was pitch black, and Zhao Ya lit a fire lighter, and sure enough, saw a person lying motionless on the ground.
And by his mouth was a small knife, clearly previously held in his mouth.
Only now Jiang Junyan had already been knocked unconscious, and the knife had fallen to the side of his face.
Zhao Ya stepped forward, examining Jiang Junyan in the light of the fire lighter.
This man had a greasy appearance, and though he had been starved for three days, one could still sense the lingering lewdness about him.
Zhao Ya sneered, kicking Jiang Junyan’s broken leg.
Kicked into a muffled groan, Jiang Junyan gradually woke up.
Then he saw Zhao Ya standing in front of him and shivered involuntarily.
Though he had never met him, Jiang Junyan immediately guessed that the tall, handsome, and valiant young man before him must be Master Zhao.
In his heart, he silently cursed his fate.
These days, he hoped fervently that Zhao Ya might perish on the road while escorting, so he might still have a chance of survival.
Yet little did he expect that Zhao Ya would return after just a few days.
His entire plan had fallen apart.
Especially considering his recent unconsciousness, it was evident that this man’s calm and ruthless nature had revealed itself before even entering the cellar.
Despite this, Jiang Junyan held onto a glimmer of hope and hastily shouted.
"Master Zhao, don’t kill me, I have something to say, I have something to say."
"Oh? What do you have to say?" Zhao Ya crouched down and spoke slowly.
"Actually, I really had no other intentions on this trip ah ah ah!"
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Ya thrust the saber in his hand down, piercing Jiang Junyan’s thigh.
Blood gushed out, and Jiang Junyan nearly passed out from the pain.
Zhao Ya remained unmoved, instead slowly rotating the handle of the saber, saying calmly, "We’re both from the Jianghu, no need for these tricks, speak now, who told you I was away on escort duty, unable to return temporarily, who is your informant?"
"It was Mrs. Liu, that fat woman from the Liu Family!" Jiang Junyan shouted hoarsely, the agonizing pain in his leg tearing him apart inside.
Now he knew there was no chance for him, he just wanted a swift death.
"Oh? Mrs. Liu from the Liu Family?"
"That’s right, she said you went out on an escort mission, and there was only a weak woman at home!" Jiang Junyan said through gritted teeth.
He also deeply resented this Mrs. Liu.
If not for her telling him that Tang Zui’Er was a weak woman who couldn’t even truss a chicken, how could he have been so careless?
When have you ever seen a weak woman who could pick up a knife and climb rooftops?
Now it’s too late, but even if he died, he wanted to drag Mrs. Liu down with him.
After hearing this, Zhao Ya nodded.
The reason he was certain there was an informant was because a rogue like Jiang Junyan would definitely investigate beforehand.
And with Zui’Er living a reclusive life, few outside knew her, only the neighbors might know some of the details.
Indeed, someone actually did such a thing.
Zhao Ya’s murderous intent burned within, he then asked more about this Jiang Junyan’s background and deeds.
With nothing left to hide, Jiang Junyan simply told everything truthfully.
"I am a member of the Daffodil Sect of the Lower Five Sects, apprenticed to a Hall Master in the sect, after completing my studies, I roamed the Jianghu, using incense and knockout drugs to steal hearts and flowers. I’ve had my way with dozens of virgins, so I’ve had my share of enjoyment; do whatever you want with me!"
Daffodil Sect of the Lower Five Sects!
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ya silently noted it to himself, then smiled at Jiang Junyan.
"You seem very proud of yourself?"
"Of course... ahhhhh." Another harrowing scream, and Jiang Junyan’s lower body became a bloody mess.
"You bastard, you bastard ahhhh!" Jiang Junyan shouted.
Zhao Ya stood up and stomped on the bloody mess, said calmly, "Thanks for the praise!"
With that, he severed the head with a single stroke, and then carried it out of the cellar.
Meanwhile, Zui’Er was still busily cooking in the front.
Zhao Ya didn’t disturb her, with one swift move he leaped onto the wall, after a few bounds reached a house.
It was the Liu Family.
At this moment, Mrs. Zhang of the Liu Family was lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Since meeting Jiang Junyan three days ago, Jiang Junyan seemed to have vanished, never showing up again.
At first, she thought Jiang Junyan succeeded and was happily indulged.
But the next day when she purposely went to the Zhao Family’s front door, hoping to inquire, she saw Zui’Er sweeping the yard, and she seemed as if nothing had happened.
It frightened her.
Could something have gone wrong?
Tormented by doubts and suspicions, she had been sleepless for days, fearing something might happen.
After all, if Zhao Ya found out what she did, she’d be doomed.
At this moment, she suddenly heard a strange noise in the courtyard, she sprang up in fear.
"Who’s there?"
No response.
"Is it Lord Jiang?" she trembled and asked again.
Still no sound.
Mrs. Zhang of the Liu Family sighed in relief, thinking it was just a stray cat, lay back down to sleep.
But just as she turned onto her side, she saw a severed head lying beside her pillow.
The head grinned menacingly at her, who could it be but Jiang Junyan.
Terrified to the extreme, Mrs. Zhang of the Liu Family’s eyes widened, her mouth agape, just about to scream, a knife tip protruded from her mouth, pinning her head to Jiang Junyan’s.