Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Huang Shengrong remained stubborn, laughing, “Alright... Fang Zheng Yi, you just wait, do you dare to touch a hair on my head? I am…”

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Zheng Yi slapped him twice, silencing him in time, then glanced at Li Yansong and the other two.

Judging from Huang Shengrong's tone, he seemed to have a powerful backer.

To dare to rely on someone and come to kill him, that person's position must not be low. The court is full of intricate relationships, and it's uncertain whether these three are friends or foes.

Huang Shengrong, he must be taken back for interrogation….

Huang Shengrong spat out a mouthful of blood, a ferocious smile on his face: “Good beating! Good beating!”

“I will remember today's humiliation, and I will definitely repay it twice over!”

Li Yansong and the other two stood aside and sneered. Repay? Will you even be alive tomorrow? Ignorant fool!

“Fang Zheng Yi, I remember you have a little girl by your side... You should be tired of playing with her, right? How about letting Huang-ye (Your Father) play with her too!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Biao and Fang Zheng Yi simultaneously cast murderous glances at him.

Li Yuanzhao sighed and shook his head. This man really fears dying comfortably...

He had been in the Fang residence for some time and had long seen Xiao Tao's status. In name, she was Fang Zheng Yi's maid, but in reality, she was the mistress of the Fang residence.

Everyone respected her, and Fang Zheng Yi never said a harsh word to her. In fact, Xiao Tao arranged most of his daily life.

Her position was evident. Now, this guy had clearly touched a raw nerve, and he had even tried to kill Lao Fang just now...

Zhang Biao said in a deep voice: “Young Master, should we kill him?”

“Don't kill him.”

Huang Shengrong laughed wildly upon hearing this: “Fang Zheng Yi, you are just a coward, I knew you wouldn't dare…”

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Zheng Yi grabbed Huang Shengrong's hair and slammed his head hard on the ground, once, twice, three times….

The thudding sound echoed in the room….

When Huang Shengrong raised his head again, his face was covered in blood, his eyes were seeing stars, and his consciousness was on the verge of collapse.

He muttered something, probably about his backer, but it was unclear.

Then, Fang Zheng Yi reached into Zhang Biao's arms and pulled out a throwing knife.

He cleanly and decisively cut off Huang Shengrong's right ear.

“Ah!!!” This time, Huang Shengrong was instantly energized, screaming incessantly. If he wasn't restrained, he would probably have been rolling around.

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

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

Fang Zheng Yi's expression was cold and indifferent as he calmly said: “Pick up the ear with your mouth.”

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

“Eat it.”

The sound of chewing cartilage slowly echoed in everyone's ears.

“Not so tough now? Still want to talk?”

Huang Shengrong fell into extreme panic, not uttering a word, shaking his head frantically with a look of pain.

Seeing this scene, everyone except Zhang Biao felt a chill run down their spines... Such ruthless methods, truly the legendary Poison Hand Butcher.

Especially the three old men, all civil officials, had never seen such barbaric things on weekdays, and their legs felt faintly trembling.

Fang Zheng Yi turned around to face the terrified gang members, smiling: “Brothers! Look, this is your gang leader. Will you have a future following someone like this?”

“Let me ask you, how much money can you earn under his command in a month? Yes, you, the one who secretly picked up the silver just now, you, don't hide, I've been watching you for a long time!”

The gang member who secretly picked up the silver smiled sheepishly and said: “About less than three qian a month…”

Fang Zheng Yi was a little surprised. He didn't expect Huang Shengrong to give out this much silver. Actually, it wasn't too little. In principle, his annual salary was only forty-five taels, but because of his years of... financial management, he had started spending lavishly.

However, after listening, Fang Zheng Yi still said with a regretful face: “Only three qian!? What can you do with that little money? How many children do you have? Have you taken a concubine? How many times can you go to a brothel in a month?”

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

Everyone looked over curiously. They were really curious about how much money the boss earned in a year.

Who wouldn't want to know how much money the big boss makes in a year?

“Let me tell you, he can earn two hundred thousand taels a year! At least!”

“My heavens!” All the gang members were stunned. Ten thousand! That's ten thousand! Two hundred thousand taels, how much money is that! Wouldn't it fill up the whole room?

Li Yansong and the other three were also stunned. Hauling manure is so profitable?

Huang Shengrong looked terrified and explained in a panic: “No! There really isn't that much, brothers, don't believe him!”

At most, he couldn't even earn ten thousand taels a year. Fang Zheng Yi, this bastard, was sowing discord!

Of course, the number was just Fang Zheng Yi making things up. Anyway, no one knew how much it was.

Fang Zheng Yi didn't care about his explanation, sneering and taking out a stack of silver notes from his arms: “Brothers! Brothers! Look, this is the silver I earn in a month in Banshanfang, in one district. It's not comparable to Gang Leader Huang, but there's always a thousand or eight hundred taels!”

“He earns so much money a year but only shares a little bit with you, and you don't even have the money to go to a brothel! Think about it, he hugs ten different girls every day, but you can only hug your old, wrinkled wives when you go home. Are you willing to accept that?!”

“We are all human, why can he hug ten? I don't accept it!”

A group of gang members had already begun to involuntarily fantasize about the beautiful scene of going to a brothel and hugging ten different girls, but then they thought of the wrinkled wives at home, and their faces fell.

That's right! I don't accept it either? Why?

Huang Shengrong was about to cry, sobbing: “I didn't hug them, I really didn't hug them, brothers, don't listen to his nonsense!”

He wanted to hug them, but he didn't have the stamina...

Li Yansong and the other three couldn't help but cast disdainful glances. So this kid was talking nonsense, they were almost fooled….

“Brothers! The harder you work, the more girls he hugs, but what about your wages? How many years does it take to get a raise?”

“You are all miserable people digging for food in the dung pit! Let me tell you one more thing, I've seen Gang Leader Huang. When he gets up in the morning, he eats mutton dumplings dipped in white sugar!”

“And he even uses a golden dung scoop to haul manure! What about you? Can you guarantee that you have meat with every meal?”

Many people began to show resentful eyes.

That's right! If I had two hundred thousand taels, I would eat mutton dumplings dipped in white sugar every meal, and use a golden dung scoop to haul manure. Wouldn't that be great?

It's a pity that the dung scoop can only be made of wood now….

Eating mutton dumplings dipped in white sugar in the morning, using a golden dung scoop to haul manure, and hugging ten girls at night, how outrageous!

Fang Zheng Yi understood what these people were thinking too well. He dealt with poor people every day, and the gang members of the Dung Gang and the Beggar Gang were the lowest of the low.

Ancient times were not like modern times. The flow of information between classes was like a huge mountain, and the two sides could not see each other's world at all. It could be said that they lived in two different worlds.

Humans cannot imagine things that do not exist in this world.

Poor people can only use their meager knowledge and information to combine and imagine.

What can poor people imagine? It's nothing more than rich people being able to eat white sugar and drink honey water every day, with big fish and big meat, and they don't even dare to think about beef.

And the emperor using a golden hoe to farm the land… This kind of thing is definitely not an exaggeration.

Even in modern times, with the great enrichment of information and knowledge, this kind of frog in a well is everywhere.

“Brothers, don't worry, I haven't finished yet!”

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