......

The Sand Quarry Owner clenched his fists tightly. He knew he couldn't compete with Zhao Shaolin, couldn't compete with the Zhao Family.

If he continued to be stubborn, the only outcome would be death...

He would gain nothing in the end.

Not even his daughter...

Thinking of these things, the man lowered his head: "Thank you, Young Master Zhao."

Zhao Shaolin smiled, completely disregarding the terrified look in the woman's eyes as he roughly threw her into the Sand Quarry Owner's arms.

Standing up, he pointed at the continuously coughing woman and said to the Sand Quarry Owner: "You need to properly teach this bitch a lesson. You treated her so well, yet she bites the hand that feeds her and cheats on you."

"Fortunately it was me. If she had hooked up with some other man, she might have plotted to kill you for your money and seize your family assets."

The woman struggled to crawl over and grabbed Zhao Shaolin's leg: "Shaolin, Shaolin, you didn't say that before, you didn't say that before. You said you liked me the most."

"Didn't you say I have a charm and temperament that others don't have... Please don't scare me... I beg you... I'm begging you..."

She couldn't even imagine—if Zhao Shaolin abandoned her and didn't back her up, her husband would definitely kill her!!!

Zhao Shaolin lifted his leg and kicked the woman away: "Get lost! I was just playing around with you, and you actually took it seriously? Someone who would betray her own husband—why would I like you? I'd rather like a dog than you;

at least it's loyal."

After speaking.

He patted his pant leg and turned to look at Zhong Fang, director of the Xiankong Town 749 Bureau: "My dear Director Zhong, are you satisfied with how I handled this?"

Zhao Shaolin changed his tone, sounding somewhat regretful: "If you hadn't suddenly barged in, I could have played a bit longer today."

Zhong Fang felt like cursing!

What did Zhao Shaolin think the 749 Bureau was?

A love hotel!?

Suppressing his anger, just as he was about to say something.

An investigator from the bureau hurried over and reported quietly: "Director, the White Ridge 749 convoy has arrived at our bureau."

As the investigator spoke, he handed over his phone showing surveillance footage of the Xiankong Town 749 Bureau parking lot.

This guy was clever too.

Zhong Fang watched the footage as the White Ridge investigators parked their vehicle, got out, and opened the rear door.

When the large hem and scholar-warrior sleeves appeared!!!

Zhong Fang instantly froze.

He immediately shouted: "The special envoy is here!! Take your people and leave through the back door right now!!!"

Zhao Shaolin stepped forward and looked unhurriedly at the surveillance footage on Zhong Fang's phone.

He even started commenting.

"As expected of a special envoy, he really knows how to carry himself with style, quite different from us country bumpkins, huh?"

He glanced at Zhong Fang, responding to what he had just said: "Leave? I'm not leaving. It's not easy to get a chance to meet this special envoy—I definitely want to get to know him."

To reassure Director Zhong, Zhao Shaolin even patted his shoulder: "Relax, Old Zhong, I promise to keep a low profile. I'm not stupid—stop treating me like a spoiled young master."

"I know who I can afford to offend and who I can't. I guarantee I'll treat the special envoy more warmly than my own father, since even my father can't afford to offend him."

"Even if he slaps me twice on the left cheek for no reason, I'll happily offer my right cheek for him to hit, then praise him for hitting so powerfully."

"Just like this."

As Zhao Shaolin spoke, his slightly sick smile transformed into one full of fawning.

"If the special envoy slaps me, that's giving me face, adding gold plating to my reputation. Others aren't even worthy of it."

Though he might be a beast, he wasn't stupid. Whether it was trampling on others' dignity, humiliating them like dogs, or trampling on his own dignity, letting stronger people humiliate him like a dog.

Zhao Shaolin could do it all.

Zhong Fang laughed in anger.

Why don't you die from your own wretchedness!!!

"Easier said than done. What if you don't provoke him, but he just doesn't like the look of you? What happened to the Zeng Family? What happened to the Luo Family—don't you know?"

"If he carves you into cubes, slices you into pieces, will you then grind yourself into paste and powder as a gift?"

Hearing this, Zhao Shaolin finally wiped the expression from his face.

"Alright, alright, I'll leave first then. Let's have a drink together when there's a chance."

As he spoke, he led his people away, heading toward the back door.

Zhong Fang let out a long sigh of relief.

Turning to the corridor, he didn't even bother with the stairs—he pulled open a window and jumped straight down, all to reach Lu Ding as quickly as possible and personally welcome him.

Meanwhile.

In the Xiankong Town 749 Bureau parking lot.

Lu Ding looked toward the side building as numerous, hurried footsteps reached his ears.

And they weren't coming toward him—they were gradually moving away.

This was interesting.

Given Lu Ding's physical capabilities, if he wanted to, he could even hear sounds from dozens of kilometers away.

It's just that such sounds were very noisy.

So normally, Lu Ding would subconsciously block out these sounds, processing and filtering them directly in his brain. As long as he didn't pay attention, these sounds wouldn't affect him.

But now, such dense footsteps were still retreating—it was hard not to notice.

He had just arrived, and already people were trying to flee in groups.

Lu Ding wasn't the type to discover something unusual and make excuses to reassure himself.

If there was anything unusual, he would definitely go check it out.

His figure flashed.

Zhan Tingzhou only felt a blur before his eyes.

Instant panic surged in his heart.

This speed!!!

Zhan Tingzhou had no time to think too much—he quickly released his energy aura and followed.

On the other side.

Zhao Shaolin, who had just exited through the back door, strode forward somewhat displeased.

"I thought my personality was already quite peculiar, but it turns out this Special Envoy Lu is even more peculiar than me."

He did have some self-awareness.

While muttering to himself, he looked up.

There he saw a person dressed in scholar-warrior sleeves and an ink-wash robe, hovering in mid-air ahead, blocking the path.

Arms crossed, head unmoving, only his eyeballs shifted downward within their sockets, casting a downward glance.

There weren't many emotional changes in his eyes—just a simple sweep.

And an arrogance and disdain emanating from within.

Zhao Shaolin's movements froze, his face instantly changing to wear a smile: "Zhao Shaolin of the Zhao Family, pays respects to Grand Duke Lu."

His smiling face.

Was met with Lu Ding's indifferent words: "What are you doing here?"

Zhao Shaolin lowered his head: "Handling some minor matters. They're all settled now."

As he spoke, he looked up and switched to a fawning smile: "Grand Duke Lu, you're extremely busy with important matters. I'm truly sorry to have disturbed you."

Then he respectfully cupped his hands in salute, posture extremely humble, showing none of the beastly behavior he was rumored to have outside.

"I apologize to you here."

Lu Ding glanced at the disheveled woman and the bruised and battered man in the group.

Without a single wasted word.

The Inner Landscape momentum of heaven round and earth square came crushing down on Zhao Shaolin and his group.

In a daze.

Zhao Shaolin felt himself in a blank world, surrounded by encroaching darkness that continuously compressed the light where they stood.

Devouring it inch by inch.

Until the darkness enveloped their bodies, coiling around them like a python, gradually expelling air from their lungs, a suffocating sensation rising in their hearts, veins bulging on their necks.

Struggling with difficulty, he could see within the darkness a pair of eyes emitting red light gradually approaching.

In the utterly silent dark world.

Sounds of bone cracking and crushing that made one's hair stand on end echoed.

Crack, crack......

With difficulty shifting his perspective, Zhao Shaolin saw his brought subordinates being gradually squeezed by the encroaching darkness until they were no longer human-shaped, unable to even scream.

Blood flowed from their mouths, noses, eyes, and ears.

Bang bang bang bang bang......

A series of explosion sounds rang out as one by one, the Zhao Family's loyal lackbeys who bullied others in the market were crushed on the spot.

Warm blood splattered all over Zhao Shaolin.

Lu Ding's voice rose alongside the muffled explosions: "Answering a question that wasn't asked—have I given you too much face!?"