Chapter 246: Chapter 122 Revenge of the Mortal _3
However, Zheng Fan had oversimplified the matter. Before he could take a step back, Lord Jingnan’s voice cut in, "Zheng Fan."
"Your humble servant is here."
"Are you ready for revenge?"
Your enemy is right before you. Are you willing to take revenge? It seemed he was being offered a choice, but one answer had already been erased long ago. Ever since finishing the roast duck, Lord Jingnan had been parading his troops here under the grand banner of avenging me. He’d had the gongs beaten and the drums sounded, making a whole spectacle. And now, if I were to say, "Ah, I’m a magnanimous person, I forgive him." Where would that leave Lord Jingnan?
"Revenge," Zheng Fan gave his answer.
Lord Jingnan continued calmly, "Your enemy is right in front of you. What are you waiting for?"
"..." Zheng Fan.
Zheng Fan believed that if he had previously been a mere background character in this era, the spotlight would now undoubtedly be on him. Although he was neither the protagonist nor even a significant supporting character, he finally had a brief chance to step from the wings onto center stage. But this opportunity was a bit too hot to handle.
However, Zheng Fan had one advantage: as someone who had already died once, he was actually more able to let go when there was truly no way out. Status, future implications, animosity—to hell with it all! The situation now was simple: this little son of a bitch wanted to kill me and almost got me, Xue Three, and Blind Man sent back for reincarnation. Now this whelp is right in front of me—I really have to teach him a lesson!
Zheng Fan approached the Third Prince.
Wei Zhonghe’s gaze narrowed, focusing on Zheng Fan. An imposing aura surged towards Zheng Fan.
In old martial arts films, eunuchs usually knew kung fu. Zheng Fan was well aware that the eunuch before him most likely possessed divine abilities. To ordinary people, the methods of a Qi cultivator were practically on par with immortal arts.
But Zheng Fan wasn’t easily scared. Choosing to ignore Wei Zhonghe’s warning, he still walked up to the Third Prince.
The Third Prince looked at Zheng Fan calmly. In the Prince’s gaze, Zheng Fan recognized the same feeling he’d had as a child squatting on the ground, watching ants. That feeling, simply put, was that the Prince was asking for a beating.
"Your Highness, now you should say, ’Try and touch me if you dare.’"
"Why should I say that?"
"Because that will make it more satisfying when I hit you."
"I am curious to see if you actually dare to—"
SLAP!
With one slap, the Third Prince was spun halfway around, his left cheek crimson, with traces of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
Wei Zhonghe’s eyes widened, as if even this chief eunuch of Yan, accustomed to all sorts of grand scenes, found the current spectacle unbelievable.
A surge of shame and fury flooded the Third Prince’s heart. He immediately shouted, "Even if I’ve been demoted to a commoner, I still have the blood of the imperial family in me! How dare you—"
SLAP!
Zheng Fan slapped him again.
Zheng Fan knew that today, he was likely being used as a tool by Lord Jingnan. But who cared? Being this tool felt pretty damn good at the moment!
The next moment, Zheng Fan grabbed the Third Prince’s topknot, punched him in the stomach, then yanked his head down by the hair.
The Third Prince knew no martial arts, and his body had long since been hollowed out by secretly taking drugs. He immediately curled up on the ground like a pale, tender shrimp.
Zheng Fan had originally intended to stop there. He turned his head and looked at Lord Jingnan, only to find that Lord Jingnan had already turned away, seemingly admiring the scenery.
Not enough?
"How dare you... how dare you..."
In truth, princes were also human. Strip away their mystique, expose their so-called conspiracies and schemes, and one would find they were no different from ordinary people. What people revered was never the individual, but the power they represented.
Since it’s not enough, I’ll up the ante.
Zheng Fan picked up his saber.
Wei Zhonghe immediately looked to Lord Jingnan, saying, "He is a prince, after all!"
Lord Jingnan continued to admire the scenery.
Zheng Fan silently dropped the saber on the ground, leaving only its scabbard.
Only then did Wei Zhonghe close his eyes. The absolute bottom line he could accept was that the Prince must not die.
Zheng Fan took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.
BANG!
He delivered a kick to the Third Prince’s body. The Third Prince was kicked sprawling.
Zheng Fan sat directly on the Third Prince’s legs, jammed the scabbard against the Prince’s knee, then exerted force!
CRACK!!!
"AAAHHHHHH!!!!!"
The Third Prince let out a piercing shriek.
Damn it, why do I feel a little excited?
Zheng Fan looked up at Lord Jingnan again, but Lord Jingnan seemed deeply engrossed by the scenery of the Prince’s residence, his gaze fixed elsewhere.
Alright, I’ll continue!
Zheng Fan grabbed the Third Prince’s left arm, pinned it with the scabbard, and then—
CRACK!!
"AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Whew, satisfying! To tell the truth, Zheng Fan didn’t like torturing people, but if the one being tortured was a prince, well... Once people move beyond the basic material needs of food, clothing, shelter, and transport, they all start to pursue a spiritual life, don’t they? Next, the right arm.
"AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!"
All four of his limbs were now crippled.
Zheng Fan stood up. The intense psychological stimulation left him somewhat lightheaded.
He believed that it wouldn’t be long before word of what Lord Jingnan had done today spread throughout the capital, and soon, throughout the entire Yan State. And his own name as the ’executioner,’ the man who had personally crippled a prince’s four limbs, would surely become notorious.
The Third Prince on the ground could no longer scream. He was still alive, but his eyes were vacant, almost paralyzed with a deadened gaze.
The muscles on Wei Zhonghe’s face had been pulled taut for a very, very long time.
Zheng Fan picked up the scabbard, stood up, and looked at Lord Jingnan again.
Lord Jingnan still had his back to them, still admiring the scenery.
Zheng Fan clenched his teeth, raised the scabbard in his hand, and before Wei Zhonghe’s dumbstruck eyes, Zheng Fan’s scabbard smashed down towards the Third Prince’s crotch!
SMACK!!!