Chapter 39: The Eldest Brother of the Fierce Tiger Martial Hall

  After settling the matter of the book and sword, Zhao Ji also lost interest in strolling around Qiao Mu Town and went straight to the town gate, where everyone had agreed to gather.

  When Zhao Ji and the others arrived, everyone was already there. After this gathering, they packed up their things, pushed the carts, and prepared to return to Zengjia Village.

  "Hurry, hurry, hurry! Let's go faster. Someone just said they saw that guy heading towards the town gate, clearly trying to leave the town. We must hurry and not let them escape."

  At this moment, a group of over ten people rushed out of the town, with an anxious voice constantly urging on, as if something earth-shattering was happening.

  As soon as the group left the village, the young man running in front glanced around and immediately spotted Zhao Ji and his party who were about to leave. In an instant, his eyes turned red, and his face was filled with anger.

  "Big Brother Master, look quickly, the one who just broke my arm is him."

  His right hand swiftly rose, his index finger pointing at Zhao Ji who stood out from the crowd like a crane among chickens. The young man said with anger and hatred.

  "Go and surround them."

  The young master's older brother was a youth who looked like he was just over twenty years old. His eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned Zhao Ji in front of him, and said in a low voice.

  As a senior brother of the young master, the great senior brother of the Mantis Boxing Hall, he was a tyrant in Qiaomu Town, and no one dared to resist his power.

  The young man as the junior brother of the youth, has been covered by him, and the filial piety received every month is not small. Now, the young man was bullied while "working" outside, so the youth naturally had to take action.

  A dozen or so young men, under the command of their master, suddenly increased their speed and rushed forward. In a few breaths, they surrounded Zhao Ji and his party.

  "What's going on here?"

  This sudden change of events caused Zeng Yu's face to change greatly, his face filled with a look of panic and loss, muttering to himself in a daze.

  At his age, with all the experiences he had, as the village chief of Zengjia Village, Zeng Yu was usually very competent. However, being at the bottom of society and always being an honest and simple farmer, Zeng Yu had never encountered such a situation before, so for a moment, he didn't know what to do.

  It was Zeng Daizhuang, whose performance made Zhao Ji look at him with new eyes. When the students of the Manton Martial Arts Academy came to kill him, his expression changed greatly, but he still had the courage to stand up and fight back.

  "What kind of people are you, what do you want to do?"

  Gathering his courage, Zeng Dazhuang questioned the other party, but that slightly pale face revealed that he was somewhat short of breath.

  "What's going on! This is my junior brother Lu Xing, just now, was it you who broke his arm?"

  The elder brother took a step forward, his face gloomy, and asked loudly.

  The young man's words made Zeng Da Zhuang stunned, and he inexplicably said: "You broke your junior brother's arm, no, did you make a mistake?"

  These people came up, saw Lu Xing being taught a lesson by himself, and Zhao Ji knew that these people must be coming to find trouble with him. Just as he was about to stand up straight, he saw Zeng Daizhuan react and respond quite well, at least with great courage. So, he decided to watch for a while longer.

  "Some people have done something, can't they just admit it? Are they really going to pretend to be a turtle and hide their head?"

  The elder brother's eyebrows slightly furrowed, his words laced with sarcasm, but his eyes stared straight at Zhao Ji.

  "Dare not admit? What do you mean, I clearly haven't done it, why should I need to admit?"

  Zeng's face turned slightly red with anger and he said furiously.

  "Big Brother Zhang, get out of the way, he's talking about me, not you."

  He put his right hand on Zeng Dazhuang's shoulder, exerting a slight force to pull him back a few steps. Zhao Ji took two steps forward and stood in front of the crowd, saying calmly.

  "You finally dare to stand out, I thought you would always hide and be a turtle with its head withdrawn."

  His gaze condensed, sharp as a knife, stabbing towards Zhao Ji, Master Big Brother said calmly.

  Zhao Ji stepped out, immediately attracting Lu Xing's full firepower. His face was filled with deep-seated hatred, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light that seemed to pierce through the air, as if he could see right through to the soul of his enemy.

  "Why be afraid? With just a few of you, what is there for me to hide from?"

  Zhao Ji smiled coldly and said disdainfully.

  Zhao Ji's attitude and behavior made the eldest brother's heart skip a beat, knowing that he might not be so simple, different from those country bumpkins by his side, perhaps not so easy to deal with.

  Noticing this, the eldest brother's expression became serious and he said with reason: "You broke my younger brother's arm for no reason, and you're still on our territory. Your actions are too overbearing and tyrannical, don't you know that there is a thing called reason in this world?"

  "Haha, this is truly a case of the pot calling the kettle black. It was clearly your junior brother Lu Xing who attempted to steal, and after I caught him, he still spoke out of turn. That's why I gave him a small lesson. Not only are you ungrateful, but you also seek private revenge, and yet you still have the face to mention reason."

  With three loud laughs, Zhao Ji said with a face full of sarcasm.

  What Zhao Ji said was all true, and the eldest brother's heart was very clear. The plan to defeat his opponent with words and gain a great advantage had failed, and he could not help but fall silent for a moment.

  After a few breaths of silence, the senior brother smiled brightly and said: "This matter is hard to say who's right or wrong, but you did break my junior brother's arm, that's a fact. If you apologize to him, this matter will be settled, and I won't bother you again in the future, how about it?"

  The "generosity" of the eldest brother left Lu Xing stunned, and then his face turned somewhat unpleasant. He anxiously shouted: "Eldest brother, how can you let him off so easily? You promised me earlier that you would beat him half to death."

  "Shut up, I have my own way of handling this."

  He cast a cold glance at Lu Xing, and the senior brother's low voice was stern.

  Seeing Master's angry appearance, Lu Xing panicked in his heart and didn't dare to speak anymore. Perhaps he had dissatisfaction in his heart, but he didn't dare to express it.

  As a fellow disciple, studying in the same martial arts school, Lu Xing was very clear about Eldest Brother's character and methods. Once, there was a fellow disciple who had messed with Eldest Brother's things and was directly beaten into paralysis.

  "Brother, what do you think? This is me looking at you with favor, willing to make big things small and small things nothing."

  Lu Xing took a photo of himself with dignity, and no one dared to fart. The great master nodded slightly in satisfaction, turned his head around, and asked again.

  "You're not talking nonsense, are you? It's clearly a reasonable thing I'm saying, and yet you want me to apologize. Are you kidding me? Do you really think you're the one in charge here?"

  Forcing down the anger that was rising in his chest, Zhao Ji made an effort to speak out the words that he could not bear to keep inside.