Chapter 56: Do You Know Who I Am?

"You lowly wretch, it's your fortune that my young master takes a fancy to you, yet you dare refuse him? How ignorant can you be!"
A burly servant stepped forward, glaring fiercely down at the girl.
Tears welled in her eyes, her delicate body trembling in terror.
She kept shrinking backward.
"The young master hasn't spoken—where do you think you’re going?"
Other servants closed in, encircling the girl so she couldn't escape.
Her fear grew deeper; she hugged herself tightly, unable to meet their eyes.
"I am Nangong Hao, seventh son of the Nangong family. If you follow me, I promise you a life of luxury—never again will you return to the slums."
"But if you refuse me, don’t blame me for being harsh."
The youth in rich robes let his lecherous gaze roam over her, making her shiver in dread.
"Please, I beg you, let me go!"
The girl fell to her knees, kowtowing before Nangong Hao in plea.
"Let you go? Well, it’s not impossible,"
Nangong Hao mused for a moment.
"Thank you, young master!"
She was overjoyed, bowing her thanks.
"But only after I tire of you will I consider letting you go."
His words crushed her hope into despair.
"Don’t come any closer!"
Seeing Nangong Hao stretch out his hand, her face changed; she retreated in terror, unable to break through the servants’ circle. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her fear overwhelming.
Smack!
Nangong Hao, enraged, slapped her across the face.
"What I hate most are those who refuse a toast and ask for punishment instead."
"So poor, yet you pretend to be virtuous with me."
"Believe me, if I kill you, no one would dare utter a word."
Impatient, Nangong Hao yanked her hair, dragging her up.
"Tonight, I’ll teach you every manner of pleasure. Let’s see if you can still pretend to be innocent!"
He was used to domineering others, heedless of anything.
"No, please, let me go!"
She struggled desperately, but was powerless.
"Who dares touch my sister?"
Just then, a shadow accompanied by a furious shout burst into the crowd.
Before anyone could react, the figure crashed into them.
Bang!
Caught off guard, Nangong Hao was knocked to the ground, landing face-first in the dirt.
The newcomer was a dark-skinned, thin youth—like a human wolf, his gaze fierce and wild.
"Dare bully my sister? I’ll kill you!"

With a roar, the youth lunged at Nangong Hao.
He had no weapon, nor any strength to speak of, but he bared sharp teeth.
Rip!
He bit into Nangong Hao’s neck, tearing away a chunk of flesh.
"Ah!"
Nangong Hao screamed in agony.
"You little beast, how dare you hurt our young master! You’re dead!"
The servants reacted, raining blows upon the youth.
Yet the boy held fast, his eyes wild, refusing to let go of Nangong Hao’s flesh.
Rip!
Another chunk was torn away.
At last, the servants managed to kick the youth aside.
Blood gushed from his mouth; he lay gravely wounded.
"Aman, are you alright?"
The girl’s face changed, anxious and caring.
"Sis, as long as I’m here, no one can hurt you!"
Despite his injuries, Aman remained fierce, sending chills through those watching.
"He bit me—kill him! I want him torn to pieces!"
Nangong Hao’s roar rang out.
His neck and shoulder were bleeding profusely, his appearance wretched.
As a young master of the Nangong family, he had never suffered so before, much less at the hands of a mere pauper—it made him furious, wishing he could tear Aman apart.
"Don’t worry, young master. I’ll dismember him!"
The burly servant received his orders and charged at Aman.
Though a servant, he was also a first-level martial artist.
Aman, for all his ferocity, was poor and malnourished, let alone trained.
"Don’t hit Aman! If you must hit, hit me!"
The girl spread her arms to shield Aman.
Smack!
The servant slapped her to the ground.
"Wretch, I’ll deal with you later. That little beast dared bite the young master—he must die today!"
He shouted mercilessly.
"You hit my sister, I’ll fight you to the death!"
Aman’s eyes turned red with rage; he charged at the servant.
But his strength was no match.
Bang!
The servant struck, knocking Aman to the ground.
"Little beast, I’ll beat you to death today!"
He raged, fists and feet raining blows on Aman’s frail body.
Aman was small and weak, unable to withstand it; soon he was bleeding from nose and mouth, barely alive.

"Die!"
The servant’s eyes gleamed with cruelty; he raised his fist, aiming to smash Aman’s head.
"No!"
The girl’s face changed, crawling desperately to protect Aman.
But the servant’s fist was swift and powerful, like a meteor falling, about to crush Aman’s skull.
If it landed, Aman would surely die.
Bang!
A dull thud sounded.
The servant’s punch never struck Aman; instead, a slender hand caught it.
"Who dares meddle in the Nangong family’s affairs?"
The servant, furious, glared at the newcomer—Jun Wushuang.
Crack!
Jun Wushuang wasted no words, twisting the servant’s wrist until bone pierced flesh, horrifying all.
"Ah, my hand!"
The servant screamed in agony.
Jun Wushuang kicked him hard; he flew backward, landing dozens of feet away, bleeding from every orifice—already dead.
"Where did this meddlesome trash come from? Anyone who dares kill my people, get him! Kill him too!"
Nangong Hao, already seething, saw Jun Wushuang kill his servant and exploded in fury.
At his command, a dozen servants drew blades, charging at Jun Wushuang.
Each was strong, eighth or ninth level body refiners—more than enough to bully ordinary folk.
But today, they faced Jun Wushuang.
Bang!
Without a word, Jun Wushuang punched, exploding a servant’s head.
Another tried to ambush him from behind; Jun Wushuang grabbed his head, flipped him, and smashed him dead.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Jun Wushuang moved like a whirlwind, slaughtering the servants as easily as chopping vegetables.
Bodies littered the ground, blood soaking the earth.
"You bastard, you dare kill my servants!"
Nangong Hao jumped up in fright, pointing at Jun Wushuang and shouting.
"Do you know who I am?"
Slap!
The answer was a sharp, resounding blow to his face.