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Chapter 274: Chapter 129 Chen Jie: Madam, You Are Crazy Enough (10,000 Words Subscription Request)

White Tiger Hall!

Snap!

Upon hearing Wang Dafa’s narrative, Peng Shizhong’s face turned ashen, and with a slap, he smashed the table.

At this moment, infinite rage was written all over his face; he was so angry that his arms even trembled slightly.

His eyes reddened, and the intense emotional upheaval caused his injured insides to stir, forcing him into a fit of violent coughing.

”Cough, cough, cough...”

”Father.”

”Father!”

Chen Jie and Zhou Chu immediately stepped forward to support him; Peng Shizhong, with his eyes bloodshot, exclaimed, ”Beasts, beasts, even flesh and blood brothers could do such a thing!”

”How could he bring himself to do it!”

Supported by Chen Jie, Peng Shizhong sat down, anguished.

Nearby, Peng Fu promptly brought over a cup of ginseng soup; Peng Shizhong took a sip and, looking toward Peng Fu and Chen Jie, ordered, ”You two, together with the Eagle Guards, bearing my White Tiger Command, summon a hundred disciples and immediately capture that unfilial son!”

”Yes!”

Chen Jie and Peng Fu immediately saluted with a fist; then, Peng Fu asked, ”What if the Second Master resists?”

”Life or death, do not discuss!”

Peng Shizhong gritted his teeth as he spoke; hearing this, Peng Fu saluted with a fist, saying, ”Understood.”

At that moment, Peng Shizhong pulled out a token, forged entirely from black iron, only the token itself was embellished with silver inlay work outlining a white tiger head; this was the White Tiger Hall’s White Tiger Command!

Having received the token, Chen Jie and Peng Fu, leading the Twelve Eagle Guards, immediately headed out towards Zheng Chuan Mansion.

Zhou Chu stayed behind to take care of Peng Shizhong; the old man, already unwell from injuries, became even more agitated upon hearing news of his sons’ fratricide and worsened his injuries.

Zhou Chu, not strong enough, stayed automatically to look after Peng Shizhong.

Located on the busiest section of Yongchang Street, Zheng Chuan Mansion covered a vast area, with a double courtyard only second to White Tiger Hall.

Inside the compound were more than thirty rooms, a garden, rockery, and a pond, quite the luxurious set up.

Additionally, Zheng Chuan had a predilection for beauties, possessing six concubines and one official wife, along with four children, three sons and one daughter.

The eldest son of his official wife was eight years old.

Mrs. Zhao (Zhao Xun’s sister) had a six-year-old son.

Also, a little daughter, six years old.

Another child was still in swaddling clothes.

When Chen Jie and his group arrived at Zheng Chuan Mansion, they found the entire mansion in utter chaos.

Peng Fu and Chen Jie exchanged a glance and immediately charged in with their men; surprisingly, no one resisted throughout this process.

Chen Jie and his men went directly to the inner courtyard, which was in chaos with women everywhere.

Only one woman sat calmly in a chair, unfazed by the danger, with a six-year-old boy standing next to her.

Chen Jie and Peng Fu looked toward the woman who seemed out of place amidst the panicking women.

”So you are Chen Jiusi!”

Unexpectedly, the woman spoke first, addressing Chen Jie.

Chen Jie stepped forward and responded, ”You know me?”

The woman replied, ”Of course. My surname is Zhao; my brother was once the ship captain of the Fishery in Xiantao Town, Zhao Xun!”

So, it was her!

Chen Jie narrowed his eyes but remained polite, ”Mrs. Zhao.”

The woman said, ”No need to be so courteous; we are enemies after all, no need for pretense. I know why you are here.”

”Surely my husband has been implicated; however, he has already fled. Only a mother and her child remain in this house; do with us as you will.”

”But you cannot harm my son; he is the Hall Master’s grandson. If you wish to harm him, you will need an order from the Hall Master!”

”Uncle Fu, did my father-in-law order the execution of his grandson?”

Peng Fu slightly furrowed his brow, then followed up with, ”Not at all.”

Mrs. Zhao then said, ”Then my son’s fate is entirely up to Uncle Fu. Come, call him Grandpa Fu.”

The six-year-old boy immediately came over and said, ”Grandpa Fu.”

”Call him Uncle Five!”

”Uncle Five!”

The child obediently complied; Mrs. Zhao watched Peng Fu and said, ”Uncle Fu, you decide how to handle this. Please, give the order.”

Uncle Fu looked at Chen Jie, who was in a difficult position, and said, ”Jiusi, she’s right; Zheng Chuan’s mistake has nothing to do with the child, especially since he is also the old master’s grandson... we cannot harm him!”

Chen Jie looked intently at Mrs. Zhao; this woman was indeed no simple character.

He also knew the kind of person Peng Shizhong was, overly concerned with emotions, and such a person was bound to be exploited by others; yet, he was powerless to change him.

This world was filled with all sorts of people, and Old Peng was just one of them.

Thinking this, Chen Jie said, ”Uncle Fu, you handle the matters here; I’ll take the Eagle Guards and pursue.”

”No, Jiusi, I’ll come with you.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Jie responded, ”All right, leave two trusted men behind, and let’s pursue.”

With this, they exited the mansion, and at the same time, a hundred disciples of the White Tiger Hall had already completely surrounded Zheng Chuan Mansion.

Chen Jie thought for a moment then said to Peng Fu, ”Let’s go, to the South City Gate, it’s the closest.”

Upon hearing this, Peng Fu asked, ”Jiusi, could Zheng Chuan be pretending to leave the city but actually hiding within it?”

Chen Jie answered, ”No way; his involvement with Zoroastrianism is concrete evidence of his treason. This isn’t just an issue for our Fishing Guild or even just for Mian River Martial World anymore, but it involves the court as well. If he remains in Mianshui, he faces the pursuit of not just the Mian River Martial World but also official forces led by Darugachi.”

”He wouldn’t escape the search of both the underworld and the authorities even if he had a way to reach the heavens, so he has to run, and he can’t afford to fake it because if it’s a feint, he might just be caught.”

Upon hearing this, Peng Fu said, ”Makes sense.”

With this, Chen Jie and Peng Fu, leading the Twelve Eagle Guards, pursued directly.

They soon reached the South City Gate, and as evening approached, the soldiers at the gate were about to sound the wooden drum on the city tower, signaling the closing of the city gates.