Chen Zhou's laughter instantly stunned Zhao Jing. His confidence wavered. Why was this kid still laughing?

Is killing his entire family something to be happy about?!

"Haha, out of everyone in the Han Mansion, you amuse me the most.

"

His words confirmed Zhao Jing’s worst fears. Chen Zhou spoke as if he were merely making conversation—then suddenly, he stomped down again.

Snap!

Zhao Jing's other leg was also shattered.

His screams grew even louder. His face turned deathly pale, and his heart pounded in terror.

This fool... Chen Zhou is a real lunatic! He doesn’t care about threats at all!

"Wait—don't kill me, Mr. Shen! If you let me go, I can give you money, power—whatever you want!"

Through the searing pain, Zhao Jing forced himself to bargain. He was a smart man. Seeing that intimidation had no effect on Chen Zhou, he immediately switched tactics, offering bribes instead.

Of course, it was all lies. If he could trick this idiot into sparing him, he would make sure to repay today’s humiliation a hundredfold in the future.

"Power?" However, Chen Zhou's voice was full of mockery: 

"You're just the son of a county magistrate, yet you're acting like an emperor. Are you hallucinating about being king?"

"Chen Zhou! Where are my parents?!!"

He was just about to kick Zhao Jing to death, but Han Wan'er beside him suddenly screamed. She glared at Chen Zhou, her beautiful eyes burning with fury, her delicate body trembling.

Chen Zhou looked over and grinned at the beauty: "Don't worry. You'll be seeing them soon."

Han Wan'er's heart sank.

The fact that Chen Zhou was able to knock Zhao Jing down in one fell swoop was enough to show how strong his martial arts was, then what he is saying was most likely true!

Realizing this, an overwhelming mix of hatred and rage surged within her. Her expression twisted in fury, and she shrieked:

"Why?! Why did you kill my family?!"

"I only divorced you and let you fend for yourself! You were going to die soon anyway! What does it even matter?!"

"You were just a fool—born by a mother but never properly raised! My Han family allowed you to enjoy wealth and luxury for months! I even let you share a bed with someone as beautiful as me! Isn't that enough?!"

As she spoke, Han Wan'er seemed to find her old confidence. Her voice rose louder and louder:

"Without my Han family, you’d be nothing but a lowly peasant! You’d never wear fine clothes, never taste gourmet food! And yet, you repay kindness with betrayal?!"

Han Wan'er screamed continuously, tears welling up in her eyes, as if she had a huge grievance hidden in her heart that she wanted to vent, and she looked pitiful.

She vented her anger for a few seconds until Chen Zhou sneered: "Heh..."

A suffocating pressure filled the air, pressing down on Han Wan'er's chest.

Her cries died instantly. Her eyes cleared. She realized that she messed up bad. After all, her life was in the hands of the man in front of her!

Her parents and brothers were all killed, so... Chen Zhou probably wouldn't show any mercy to her.

"I thought things like this only existed in my world," Chen Zhou murmured. "Turns out, this one isn’t much different. How unlucky."

Han Wan'er didn’t understand his words, but before she could react, he stepped forward and grabbed her by the neck.

Strictly speaking, calling her a bitch wasn't accurate.

People like Han Wan'er, who was born into a wealthy family and has been pampered since childhood, can not understand the hard work of the lower class people.

It seems she sees that wealth and power were a birthright.

To her, commoners were lowly creatures, unworthy of comfort, undeserving of luxury.

This is the consciousness caused by class division, and this consciousness is deeply rooted even in modern times.

And if an ordinary noblewoman like her thought this way... what about those even higher up? Those who ruled entire nations from their palaces?

A crushing force closed around Han Wan’er's throat. Her face turned red. A cold wave of dread crashed over her and a feeling of impending death surged into her heart.

She will die.

"Ack—don't… please…!"

Despite the pressure on her windpipe, Han Wan'er managed to choke out a plea. Her survival instincts overpowered her pride. The arrogance she had just displayed vanished completely.

Chen Zhou smirked. "Bold at first, obedient in the end… how laughable."

He had to admit, his ex-wife was quite the beauty. Curvy figure, long legs… and a juicer.

A dangerous glint flickered in his eyes. He loosened his grip on her neck and instead gently ran a hand over the top of her head.

Han Wan'er gasped for air, relishing the ability to breathe. Desperation filled her voice as she pleaded:

"Chen Zhou, please, for the sake of our past—let me go! I’ll do anything you ask!"

"Then you’ll have to satisfy me first..." Chen Zhou said teasingly.

Seeing the sinister glint in his eyes, Han Wan'er trembled. A chill ran down her spine.

"You... you're not Chen Zhou..."

The Chen Zhou she had known was naive and clueless, always needing her guidance. This man was entirely different.

Chen Zhou raised an eyebrow, his smile deepening. "You’ve got a good eye."

Then, without warning, his hand pressed down on her head, forcing her to the ground. "I'm very angry right now," he murmured.

Zhao Jing, watching from the side, widened his eyes in horror.

This scene…

A sickening realization struck him. He knows what Chen Zhou wants to do. Shame, humiliation, and dread flooded Zhao Jing's mind. He instinctively turned his head away.

However, Zhao Jing's actions were seen clearly by Chen Zhou. The next moment, CChen Zhou’s cold voice cut through the air:

"Turn around."

Zhao Jing's body stiffened.

The calm voice continued:

"Zhao Jing, didn’t you enjoy this kind of entertainment?" Chen Zhou smirked. "Well, I’m fulfilling your wish. If you want to live—then watch carefully. See for yourself what kind of woman your fiancée truly is."