Huang Shengrong was still being stubborn, laughing. “Good… Fang Zheng, just you wait. You dare to touch a hair on my head? I am…”

Before he could finish, Fang Zheng slapped him twice, shutting him up in time. Then he glanced at Li Yansong and the other two.

Judging from Huang Shengrong’s tone, he likely had backing.

For him to dare come kill Fang Zheng so fearlessly, his backer must have high status. With the complex relations in court, it was uncertain if these three were friend or foe.

Huang Shengrong needed to be brought back for a thorough interrogation…

Huang Shengrong spat out a mouthful of blood, his face twisted in a grin. “Well done! Well done hitting me!”

“Remember today’s humiliation. I will definitely pay you back double!”

Li Yansong and the others stood to the side, sneering coldly. Pay back? Will you even be alive tomorrow? Thing that doesn’t know it’s about to die!

“Fang Zheng, I remember you had a little girl by your side… You should be done playing with her. Why not let this old man Huang have a go?”

As soon as he finished speaking, both Zhang Biao and Fang Zheng shot him looks filled with murderous intent.

Li Yuanzhao sighed and shook his head. This guy really wasn’t afraid of dying comfortably…

He had also stayed at the Fang Residence for a while. He had long seen Xiao Tao’s status. Nominally she was Fang Zheng’s maidservant, but in reality, she was the lady of the house.

Everyone treated her with the utmost respect. Fang Zheng never said a harsh word to her. She even arranged most of his daily life.

Her status was clear at a glance. Now this bastard had obviously touched a sore spot. And he had just tried to kill Old Fang…

Zhang Biao said in a deep voice, “Young master, to kill or not?”

“Don’t kill.”

Hearing this, Huang Shengrong laughed wildly. “Fang Zheng, you coward. I knew you…”

Before he could finish, Fang Zheng grabbed Huang Shengrong’s hair and brutally slammed his head against the ground. Once, twice, thrice…

The thudding sounds reverberated inside the room…

When Huang Shengrong lifted his head again, his face was covered in blood, seeing stars. His consciousness was on the verge of blurring.

He was muttering something, probably about his backer, but it wasn’t very clear.

Then Fang Zheng reached into Zhang Biao’s chest and pulled out a throwing knife.

With a clean slice, he cut off Huang Shengrong’s right ear.

“Ahh!!!” Huang Shengrong instantly sobered up, screaming incessantly. If not for his restraints, his whole body would likely be rolling around.

Before he could finish screaming, the blade was already pressed against his eye socket.

Huang Shengrong didn’t dare scream anymore, trembling as he looked at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng’s expression was completely cold as he calmly said, “Pick up the ear with your mouth.”

A sharp pain came from his eye socket. Huang Shengrong lowered his head in humiliation and picked up the ear.

“Eat it.”

The sound of crunching cartilage slowly reached everyone’s ears.

“Not so fierce anymore? Still want to talk?”

Huang Shengrong fell into great panic, not daring to make a sound. His face was filled with pain as he frantically shook his head.

Seeing this scene, aside from Zhang Biao, everyone felt chills down their spines… Such a brutal method, he truly was the legendary Vicious Butcher.

Especially the three old men, all civil officials, had never seen such a savage thing in their daily lives. Their legs were trembling slightly.

Fang Zheng turned around to face the horrified gang members, smiling. “Brothers! Look, this is your gang leader. Will following a man like this get you anywhere in life?”

“Let me ask you, how much money can you make in a month under him? Yes, you, the one who was sneakily picking up silver just now. You, don’t hide, I’ve been watching you for a while!”

The member who had been picking up silver gave an embarrassed laugh. “About three strings of cash per month…”

Fang Zheng was a bit surprised. Three strings was equal to three taels. This silver actually wasn’t too little. In principle, his own annual salary was only forty-five taels. It was only because he had a knack for scam- no, financial management in recent years that he started spending lavishly.

But after hearing this, Fang Zheng still put on a regretful expression. “Only three strings? What’s that money enough for? How many kids do you have? Have you taken a concubine? How many times can you visit the brothel in a month?”

“Tsk tsk tsk, do you know how much money Huang Shengrong makes in a year?”

Everyone looked over curiously. This was something they were truly curious about.

Who doesn’t want to know how much the big boss makes in a year?

“Let me tell you, he can make twenty-thousand taels a year! At minimum!”

“My heavens!” All the gang members were stupefied. Twenty-thousand taels! Just how much money was that? Enough to fill an entire room?

Huang Shengrong had a look of fright, hastily explaining, “No! There’s really not that much! Brothers, don’t believe him!”

At most he made less than ten-thousand taels a year. Fang Zheng, that turtle bastard, was just sowing discord!

Of course, the number was nonsense Fang Zheng made up. It’s not like anyone knew how much it really was.

Fang Zheng didn’t care about his explanation. He sneered and took out a stack of banknotes from his bosom. “Brothers! Brothers! Look, this is the money I made in a month just from Banshan District alone. It may not compare to Boss Huang, but there’s at least one-thousand eight-hundred taels!”

“He makes that much money a year but only shares a tiny bit with you. You don’t even have enough for the brothel! Think about it, he fondles ten different women every day without repeating. When you go home, you can only hug your ugly wife. Are you willing!?”

“We’re all people. Why can he fondle ten? I don’t agree!”

The gang members had already started involuntarily imagining the beautiful scene of going to the brothel and fondling ten different women. But then thinking of their ugly wives at home, their faces fell.

Right! I don’t agree either! Why?

Huang Shengrong almost cried, whimpering, “I didn’t fondle anyone, I really didn’t! Brothers, don’t listen to his nonsense!”

He wanted to fondle, but didn’t have the stamina…

Li Yansong and the others couldn’t help but look at him with disdain. So this brat was just talking out of his ass. They were almost fooled…

“Brothers! The harder you work, the more women he fondles. But what about your wages? How many years before you get a raise?”

“You’re all poor wretches scrabbling for food in the cesspit! Let me tell you one more thing. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. Boss Huang eats mutton dumplings dipped in white sugar for breakfast!”

“And he uses a golden poop scoop! What about you? Can you guarantee having meat at every meal?”

Quite a few people started to have resentful looks in their eyes.

That’s right! If I had twenty-thousand taels, I’d also eat mutton dumplings dipped in white sugar every meal and use a golden poop scoop. Wouldn’t that be great?

Too bad the poop scoops now can only be made of wood…

Eating mutton dumplings dipped in white sugar in the morning, using a golden poop scoop, and fondling ten different women at night. How excessive!

Fang Zheng knew exactly what these people were thinking. Dealing with paupers every day, the members of the Feces Clan and Beggar Clan were the lowest of the low.

Ancient times couldn’t compare to modern times. The flow of information between social classes was like being separated by a mountain. The two sides couldn’t see the world the other lived in at all. It could be said they lived in two different worlds.

Humans can’t imagine things that don’t exist in their world.

The poor can only use their own bit of barren knowledge and information to piece together their imagination.

What can the poor imagine? Nothing more than the rich being able to eat white sugar and drink honey water every day, enjoying fish and meat. They don’t even dare imagine beef.

There’s even the emperor using a golden hoe to farm… This kind of thing definitely isn’t an exaggeration.

Even in modern times with the greatly increased flow of information and knowledge, this kind of frog in a well is still everywhere.

“Brothers, don’t be anxious. I’m not done yet!”