Chapter 1:
The sky was cloudless, and the scorching sun shone above.
The ancient town was filled with grand houses and buildings, while people walked continuously along the long street paved with bluestone.
Qiao Mu walked through the crowd at the market, rubbing shoulders with passersby, and finally stopped at a pork stall.
Behind the pork stall, Butcher Zheng, a burly man with a face full of rough skin and a shaved head, didn’t seem easy to provoke.
"Butcher Zheng… It’s obviously him." Qiao Mu recalled the information he had gathered earlier.
This Butcher Zheng may appear to be a pig butcher, but he’s actually the ruler of this outer city area.
In troubled tis, human lives are worth less than pigs. Besides slaughtering pigs, Butcher Zheng is rumored to be involved with gangs and has been trafficking people.
"Boss, bring
ten pounds of high-quality at, finely chopped into minced at, and make sure there is absolutely no trace of fat on top." Qiao Mu spoke up.
After hearing Qiao Mu’s question, Butcher Zheng looked up and glanced at him.
Qiao Mu had a pleasing appearance. Even though he was just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, his face had a hint of innocence. However, he had a tall and strong figure, and his clothing and deanor were of good quality. He looked like a wealthy young man, and on top of that, he even carried a sword at his waist, resembling a young knight from a storybook.
The presence of such a young man in the outer city market was as eye-catching as a firefly in the dark night.
"Okay."
Seeing this, the butcher didn’t show any negligence either. He nodded and started cutting the at, finely chopping it into a minced state.
There were many pounds of at, and Butcher Zheng chopped and cut it for almost half an hour until he was covered in sweat.
Just as he was about to wrap it up and give it to Qiao Mu, Qiao Mu raised his hand to interrupt.
"Wait a mont, I want another ten pounds of fatty at, with no lean at on it. Please chop it finely for ."
"Huh?"
Butcher Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly as he carefully observed Qiao Mu in front of him. The smile on his face slowly disappeared, and his voice unconsciously grew a bit louder.
"Are you here to cause trouble?"
As soon as his voice ca out, the bustling market suddenly beca quieter.
The people around feared Butcher Zheng. When they saw him getting angry, they quickly walked away. The market, which was just lively before, suddenly beca empty.
"I ca to buy at." However, the young Qiao Mu remained completely calm, and he simply placed a bulging money pouch on the table. "You go ahead and cut it, I have a purpose for it."
Butcher Zheng frowned, his eyes quickly glanced at the sword and purse on Qiao Mu’s waist, and the anger that had just flared in his heart was now overshadowed by doubt.
Butcher Zheng had a strong and sturdy body, with a face full of at. He had a fierce look, as if just now he shouted loudly. In front of him, even ordinary young n might not be able to speak smoothly.
But Qiao Mu was too young and too calm.
He has a strong body and looks like soone who has practiced martial arts, and his clothes give the impression of wealth and nobility.
No matter how you look at it, it seems like he is fearless.
Frowning and thinking for a mont, Butcher Zheng, in order to not offend Qian, temporarily held back and started chopping ten kilograms of fatty at on the cutting board.
In this chop, another half an hour passed, and he chopped until his back was soaked in sweat.
When he looked up again, Qiao Mu was still standing there, except now he had an extra bag of waterlons by his side. It seed like he had bought them from the fruit stall next to him while he was chopping at.
"All done. You don’t want to co back for another ten kilograms of at, do you?" Butcher Zheng said, wrapping up the ten kilograms of fatty at and giving a sideways glance at Qiao Mu.
"How could it be? I didn’t co here just to amuse you." Qiao Mu smiled while paying and placed two waterlons on the counter.
"I just bought two waterlons, forgot to ask the seller to cut them. Boss, can you help
cut them?"
"No problem, I can slice the lon for you," said Butcher Zheng. When he saw the money, he felt instantly at ease. He switched to using a sharp knife that had never been used to cut at before. Just as he was about to cut open the waterlon, he heard Qiao Mu softly say from behind:
"Cut these two waterlons into small pieces for , with no trace of rind on top."
Butcher Zheng suddenly looked up and glanced at Qiao Mu, feeling an instant surge of anger.
Without saying a word, he grabbed two sharp knives and forcefully chopped at the waterlon as if it was the troublemaker standing in front of him, smashing the waterlon into pieces and splattering juice everywhere.
Bang! The at counter made a crisp sound under the butcher’s blade. It was evident that Butcher Zheng was now angry, as the two sharp knives caused the counter to tremble and even crack.
No one dared to speak. Seeing Butcher Zheng’s anger, everyone had already distanced themselves. The once bustling market now only had a few people left.
Bang!
Another knife fell, and the chopping board was completely split in half from the middle. The waterlon juice flowed down along the crack and dripped onto the ground.
Butcher Zheng looked up and looked down at Qiao Mu in front of him.
"Are you satisfied now?" Butcher Zheng shouted in a rough voice.
Qiao Mu, however, smiled and said, "Butcher Zheng is truly exceptionally strong. Despite cutting at for such a long ti, he hasn’t shown any signs of fatigue. It’s a real waste for soone as talented as you to be a simple butcher."
"You-" Butcher Zheng’s heart skipped a beat, the anger on his face montarily paused, but then he heard the second half of Qiao Mu’s words:
"Since you still have the strength, then give
those two chopping boards as well. Cut them carefully into minced at, without a trace of pork on them."
"I’ll chop you into minced at!" Butcher Zheng got completely furious. He took two or three steps, crossed the chopping board, held a sharp knife in one hand, and was about to grab Qiao Mu.
"Well done!" The young man was fearless, he didn’t step back even half a step. He directly launched a set of military punches, and in an instant, he was hit by more than ten knives, covered in blood, and fell to the ground.
"This…" Butcher Zheng was also shocked. He hadn’t reacted yet, and the trouble-seeking young man had already fallen down.
He stood there with a knife, getting closer and bending down to carefully look at Qiao Mu.
But he saw that Qiao Mu, who had fallen to the ground and was no longer moving, had a slight…upturned corner of the mouth on his face?
Despite being stabbed many tis and near death, his expression was not fear or panic, but rather…satisfaction?
"Now, I should be able to achieve a splendid Death Assessnt, right?" This was the final thought of Qiao Mu before he passed away.
He closed his eyes slightly and lay on the long street paved with blue bricks, allowing the blood to gather underneath him, while his mouth unconsciously raised into a slight smile, portraying a peaceful expression.
This smile made Butcher Zheng shiver instinctively, and reach out to check if Qiao Mu was still breathing.
There was no breath left.
Qiao Mu, passed away.
He lived to be fifteen years old.
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