“Click!” Another crisp sound rang out. The solid wood chair that had just supported David Carter’s less than two hundred jin once again broke apart.

After breaking two chairs in a row, Henry Carter looked embarrassed, scratching his head awkwardly and saying, “Aiya, uncle, I was just too happy and forgot myself. I’ve trained in the army, so these ordinary chairs just aren’t suitable for me anymore. It’s all my fault.”

Although David Carter was a villager, as a local bully, he had to have some cunning. His expression changed as he looked at the two broken chairs. Though he was fuming inside, he didn’t lose his temper on the spot.

“Hehe, I’ve already broken two of uncle’s chairs as soon as I arrived. I think I’d better sit on this instead.”

As Henry Carter spoke, he walked over to the stone mill that David Carter’s family usually used for grinding rice, casually lifted the stone millstone weighing over two hundred jin, and sat down on it as if it were nothing.

Of course, David Carter knew his own stone mill—something that even mules and horses found hard to move. Now Henry Carter was lifting it like a chick in his hand. How much strength did that take? If I dare to hold on to his family’s land, and this guy gets angry and beats me up, I’d never live it down. Sigh, that’s over twenty mu of good land—it really hurts to give it up, but if I back out now, it’s truly painful.

As his mind raced, David Carter forced a smile and said, “Chu boy, your time in the army was well spent. With your strength now, no one in our village can compare to you.”

“Uncle, you’re joking. This brute strength is nothing. On the battlefield, it’s real combat with real blades, chopping off heads, and your life is hanging by a thread. If you don’t go all out, you won’t survive. To be honest, uncle, in these three years, I’ve chopped off at least this many heads.” As he finished, Henry Carter mysteriously waved his fingers at David Carter.

Looking at Henry Carter’s smiling face and waving fingers, David Carter asked shakily, “Chu boy, have you killed someone?”

“One? Uncle, you’re underestimating me, aren’t you? I’ll give you another chance—guess again?” Henry Carter kept waving his fingers, grinning.

Not just one—this guy has killed more than one person. At this moment, David Carter, looking at Henry Carter’s delicate features, suddenly felt as if he was facing the fanged bandit from the village storyteller’s tales.

“Chu boy, you haven’t really killed ten people, have you?” Slumping into his chair, David Carter felt as if all the strength had drained from his body.

“A hundred, uncle. In these three years, I’ve killed at least over a hundred people. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have made it back. On the battlefield, if I don’t kill you, you’ll kill me—who cares about anything else? Killing someone is like killing a chick—just a hard slash across the neck and it’s all over.” As Henry Carter spoke, he drew his finger across David Carter’s neck.

Even though it was just a finger, that gesture made cold sweat break out all over David Carter’s body! It was as if Henry Carter really had a butcher’s knife in his hand.

“Uncle, to be honest, I really didn’t want to come back. Killing became addictive—it felt great, and it’s hard to quit. When I was leaving, our young general told me not to come back. I said no, I have to go home—my parents are still waiting for me. Sigh, now that I’ve left the army, who knows when I’ll get to kill again.” At this, Henry Carter regretfully licked his lips, as if he wasn’t satisfied because he hadn’t killed anyone lately.

“Chu boy, well, killing isn’t good. You should just… live a good life.” David Carter didn’t know why, but he felt his whole body trembling, as if he was Henry Carter’s next target.

Seeing David Carter’s reaction, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Henry Carter’s mouth. He knew this tough-on-the-outside, soft-on-the-inside uncle was already scared. But to make him completely break down, he needed to add a little more fuel to the fire.

“Uncle, don’t worry about me. Our young general is incredibly capable—even if I really killed someone, as long as I found him, he could keep me safe. Hehe, I just take it as him joking. Now that I’m back, I’ll just live quietly. Don’t you think so, uncle?”

“That’s right, that’s right. Chu boy, now that you’re back, just live a good life. No more fighting and killing. Since you’re here today, let’s have a good meal together. Your parents may be gone, but you still have your uncle. Lan Hua, hurry and kill a chicken, make some dishes, and I’ll have a good drink with Chu boy.”

The clueless Mrs. Tiger, seeing the two men chatting and laughing, thought her husband had already settled the matter of the land. She was overjoyed. Although she was a bit reluctant to kill one of their chickens, she knew what was more important and agreed readily.

With a chicken’s cry in the yard, the big rooster that David Carter’s family had raised for years met its end. No one cared about the death of this chicken. Henry Carter, who was talking about killing enemies in the army, didn’t even notice that at the very moment the rooster was slaughtered, a streak of black light, like a hurricane or lightning, swiftly flew into the dark gourd at Henry Carter’s waist.