Chapter 3638 Show Mercy

"We couldn't find out anything. They guarded it tightly and wouldn't let anyone get close." As Leng Hua finished speaking, he heard an angry voice coming from outside.

"Is it you? Just because my sister offended you yesterday, you had to do this? You're so cruel! Why didn't you just kill us all too!"

Hearing the angry voice outside, Feng Jiu raised her eyebrows and stood up. "Let's go! Let's take a look."

Leng Hua and Leng Shuang exchanged glances before following her outside, seeing her obvious interest in this matter.

At that moment, a man outside was cursing at Du Fan. He would have attacked if he hadn't been restrained by two guards. Du Fan only smiled, fanning himself with his folding fan.

He would have kicked the man away just for pointing a finger and yelling at him if the Master hadn't told him not to cause trouble in the village.

"Master," Du Fan hurriedly folded his fan and took a step back as he saw his Master appear.

When the man who was swearing saw a beautiful woman in red, he was stunned. He couldn't go on with his rant, and his face flushed red.

When he heard the commotion, the middle-aged man ran over. His heart plummeted knowing that his son had run over to scold these people.

He already lost a daughter, and he didn't want anything bad to happen to his son.

"Yi'er! Is this how I taught you? Apologize to them right now!" The middle-aged man scolded. He looked a lot more haggard and tired in just one morning.

"Father, there are no other people in this village. If it wasn't them, then who else could it be?" The man stiffened his neck and refused to apologise. He was certain in his heart that it was them who had done it. Aside from them, everyone else in the village was ordinary people. How could they have killed his sister?

Although the middle-aged guy was heartbroken over the loss of his daughter, he had not lost his reason. He didn't dare jump to conclusions without evidence given the mysterious and impressive aura of these people.

"Did you see us do it?" Du Fan smiled as he focused his gaze on the young man. "Or are you just guessing? So, because no one else is present, it must be us? That's rather flawed reasoning, isn't it?"

With a snort, he continued, "If we wanted to kill you, we wouldn't need to go to such lengths." As soon as his words left his mouth, an intimidating pressure came out and the young man knelt down with a thud.

"Hiss, argh!"

The ground was uneven and rugged; the young man's knees. .h.i.t the stones with such force that he screamed and gasped.

"Please show mercy, Young Master; it was my son's recklessness," the middle-aged man quickly pleaded.

When Feng Jiu raised her hand, Du Fan swiftly retracted his pressure and took a step back. The young man gasped for air as he felt the pressure lifted off. His face was pale and his forehead was sweating.

So powerful! That pressure left him completely powerless. Who are these people?

The middle-aged man's gaze swept over Du Fan and the others, finally settling on Feng Jiu. He didn't dare to stare, instead cupping his fists and saying, "Thank you for showing mercy."