"Arrogant brat, I am an official appointed by the Imperial Court, having served two Monarchs, and you dare to lay a hand on me!" Li Weixian, looking at the Protectors sprawled all over the courtyard, pointed at Qin Zhen's nose and cursed loudly.
"I don't care how many Monarchs you've served." Qin Zhen picked up a stick from the ground and weighed it in his hand.
The weight was reasonable.
Seeing this, Li Weixian exclaimed, "You wouldn't dare, you wouldn't!"
"Bang!" The next moment, the stick in Qin Zhen's hands had already smashed into the back of his neck, and the old man collapsed limply.
Wu Bie: "...you really hit hard."
"It's always been this way." Qin Zhen casually tossed the stick aside.
Wu Bie sighed, his ways truly wild; he vaguely saw a bit of Huai Yu in him.
But before Wu Bie could lament further, he heard cries that grew louder as they approached.
A sumptuously dressed beautiful woman, accompanied by a group of servants, walked over.
