Engagement Canceled: I Can Extract Prefixes

Chapter 592 - 572: Isn’t the Zuoqiu Family an Earl?

Zuoqiu Shihong’s speech carried an air of superiority.

As a descendant of an Earl, his status surpassed that of others by far.

For instance, like Dou Xincheng and Pu Wen.

In terms of status and position, they were far beneath Zuoqiu Shihong.

If Dou Xincheng dared to be arrogant in front of Shen Han, then Zuoqiu Shihong naturally had to be even more so.

Upon hearing his words, Madam Yun had already stepped forward, gently tugging at Shen Han’s sleeve.

She whispered, "They have no idea how things are in the mansion. There’s no need to argue with them."

In front of him, Zuoqiu Shihong really regarded himself as a superior.

"Didn’t you hear me talking?

Now put away that foul face of yours!"

Zuoqiu Shihong spoke at length, but Shen Han continued to look at him with a somber expression, pondering.

Despite the rebuke, Shen Han still ignored him.

As he spoke, Zuoqiu Shihong reached for Luo Zuchen’s token.

"Do you believe I can find Mr. Luo right now?

Even if you can escape, can the entire Yun Mansion?"

Zuoqiu Shihong smirked, feeling he had Shen Han firmly in his grasp.

Yet Shen Han still regarded him the same way, giving no response.

Filled with some anger, Zuoqiu Shihong wanted to lash out but thought to secure the benefits first.

"I’ll give you a change of two-hour; if that foul face remains, don’t blame me.

Additionally, from now on, ten percent of the Pills crafted by the Yun family must be reserved for us.

We don’t ask for much, just ten percent.

Today, you must also arrange a large estate for us.

The estate must be larger than the Yun Mansion, and the servants within must also be allocated to us..."

As Zuoqiu Shihong spoke, his sycophants clapped and laughed.

They seemed to believe they were entirely justified.

Beside him, Madam Yun tugged once more on Shen Han’s sleeve, "They’re just some unreasonable kids, let it go..."

From Zuoqiu Shihong’s words, it was clear he was still immature.

He didn’t understand the concept of ten percent of the Yun family’s Pills, enough for over ten families to use.

And arranging a manor for them was simply asking too much.

Just as Madam Yun finished speaking, Zuoqiu Shihong seemed to have heard her.

His expression instantly turned more vicious.

"Who are you calling immature? Do you think we haven’t grown up?

Consider this: I’ll add another condition. Hand over the girl beside you and let me have her for a few days.

When I grow tired of her and send her back, she can tell you whether we are mature or not!"

He was referring not to anyone else but Cailing.

It seemed that Zuoqiu Shihong was very angry, as he utterly detested being called immature.

In his anger, he didn’t notice the coldness in Shen Han’s eyes.

In his hand, he already held a long sword, gleaming with a chilling silver light.

"Don’t think I’m joking; I want her to leave with me right now!"

As Zuoqiu Shihong was speaking, Pu Wen, who was standing behind him, frowned and stepped forward.

"Zuoqiu Shihong, what are you saying? How disgusting.

We never said anything like that before, and you still dare to be an Earl’s scion."

The others heard this and also lightly attempted to stop him.

After all, there were women accompanying their group, and such talk wasn’t appropriate.

Moreover, bullying a talent like Shen Han might be seen as an honor to some, but bullying women was downright disgraceful.

The Great Wei values propriety; if these wastrels wanted to play, no one would criticize them for going to a red-light district.

There, they could do whatever they pleased.

Questioned by Pu Wen, Zuoqiu Shihong’s face became ugly, but he had already uttered those words.

Beside him, Dou Xincheng, who had previously spoken up, came forward again.

"Sister Pu, don’t involve yourself in this; just cover your eyes~

Brother Shihong was just adding a minor condition. Why so agitated?

With this token in our hand, they wouldn’t dare to do anything."

Saying this, Dou Xincheng even gave a smile towards Shen Han, "I’m right, aren’t I, Great Pride Shen~"

These wastrels seemed to have some differing opinions.

Several scions frowned, urging Zuoqiu Shihong not to act this way.

They had come out together seeking excitement and fun.

Bullying chaste women could results in severe punishment from not just the Imperial Court, but likely their families too.

Zuoqiu Shihong pursed his lips, having already spoken the words.

To retract them would make him seem like a child throwing a tantrum.

He was just over two years younger than Shen Han and couldn’t bear others saying he hadn’t grown up.

"Enough talking, what I say goes.

From now on, you better greet us with a smile at all times.

Wipe that filthy face off immediately..."

Before he could finish, a cold and relentless blade was already at his throat.

Shen Han rarely unsheathed a weapon in front of people, intent on taking a life.

Before others, even when Shihong’s life was threatened by Shen Ye, Shen Han never chose to take lethal action directly.

But before him, Zuoqiu Shihong dared to move against Cailing.

Han could bear some grievances for the greater good, for future plans.

But laying hands on those close to him, especially Cailing, left him devoid of interest in any supposed greater good.

Feeling a coolness at his neck and seeing the long sword poised there, Zuoqiu Shihong was momentarily startled.

But he quickly relaxed.

"Do you dare act?"

"I am a descendant of the Zuoqiu Earl’s Mansion. Do you dare to make a move against me?"

Zuoqiu Shihong wore a smile, not particularly worried in his heart.

Before, even that Viscount heir Dou Xincheng dared to be so arrogant and wanton; why should he, being from the Earl’s Mansion, be afraid?

"Come on, come on, if you have the guts, just strike down with that long sword.

Let’s see how much courage you truly possess."

Not far away, Dou Xincheng also stepped forward with a smile, casually pulling out a folding fan to fan himself.

On the fan, there was essentially a list of things they planned to demand from the Yun Family.

Seeing Shen Han draw his sword, Madam Yun and Cailing quickly came forward, reaching out to hold Shen Han back.

"Young Master Han... I’m fine..."

"Han..."

The eyes of the two were filled with worry, not wanting Shen Han to make a move.

Seeing Madam Yun and Cailing, Shen Han slowly withdrew the long sword in his hand.

Upon witnessing this, the two slightly relaxed their brows.

However, the scoundrels before them only grew more smug.

Zuoqiu Shihong and Dou Xincheng seemed to have anticipated this outcome.

The mocking expressions on their faces only deepened.

"Hahaha, I knew it would be like this.

I’ve decided you must give me that sword of yours too.

Anyway, you wouldn’t dare to use it—give it to me so I can put it to good use."

Zuoqiu Shihong laughed as he spoke.

But as he was speaking, a Sword Shadow instantly formed.

The next moment, the Sword Shadow pierced directly through his body.

In just an instant, the smile on Zuoqiu Shihong’s face hadn’t even faded, and his vitality was already dissipating.

His entire body began to sway before falling to the ground.

A pool of blood started to seep out beneath him...

The room, once filled with mocking laughter, fell silent in an instant.

"Cailing, you and Madam should return first. You don’t practice the Martial Path and shouldn’t witness such scenes."

Shen Han spoke softly, pushing the two women back toward the mansion.

No matter the worry, he had already made his move.

It took Madam Yun a moment to react, and when she saw Zuoqiu Shihong collapse, she too was taken aback.

Being pushed by Shen Han, she could only return to the mansion with lingering worries.

The deed was done; what lay before them wasn’t important anymore.

What mattered now was figuring out how to respond.

Returning home, Yun Shuang immediately sought out her father and brother to discuss countermeasures.

At the mansion gate, Shen Han looked at everyone with a cold indifference.

Amid the crowd were citizens of Anyang City who had initially come to watch the spectacle.

Seeing someone die, each was startled and quickly backed away.

Yet, even after retreating, they couldn’t help but crane their necks to watch the situation unfold.

By this point, Dou Xincheng was trembling slightly.

Looking at Zuoqiu Shihong beneath him, his eyes hollow, showing not a trace of life.

The power of Shen Han, displayed before everyone, was already at the Fourth Grade.

He couldn’t handle the Immortal Realm, but surely he could handle these scoundrels...

A Fourth Grade power, taking the lives of them, these pampered sons, was indeed too simple!

Seeing Shen Han approaching him, Dou Xincheng’s body trembled even more.

He thought Shen Han didn’t dare to act; he thought the Yun Family had to yield.

"I... I have a token. Do you dare to act against us...

Mr. Luo... Mr. Luo will kill you, you won’t live long..."

Shen Han looked at him, walked over to his side.

"Actually, Luo Zuchen and I have long been at irreconcilable odds; his desire for my life has nothing to do with you.

Your life or death will not change the enmity between us one bit.

The last two times, I spared you because you seemed ignorant of the world’s struggles.

In all these years, not many have died by my hand.

But now that you wish to act against those around me, I can’t spare you any longer.

It’s a pity..."

Shen Han’s expression remained indifferent, his words soft.

To Dou Xincheng, however, these words were like those of a ghost messenger taking lives...

"Shen Han, you can’t... you can’t kill me...

My grandfather is a Viscount, our Dou Family is of Viscount rank..."

Dou Xincheng was utterly panicked now, his face twitching incessantly, his entire body trembling.

"Wasn’t that one from the Zuoqiu Family an Earl’s descendant?

If I can make a move against him, why would I fear a Viscount?"

Indeed, Shen Han dared to kill the heir of a Count.

And what about them...

The previously arrogant fops were all trembling.

Their hearts pounding, they felt death had never been so close.

They wanted to flee, but their legs, struck by fear, wouldn’t support them, making even the attempt to move difficult.

"Later, please drag these two away.

Remember to clean the area in front of the mansion’s gate.

If you lack brooms or cloths, you may borrow them from the mansion.

The things you took must be returned today."

Shen Han calmly made his arrangements.

Though Dou Xincheng was still alive at this moment, in Shen Han’s words, he was already dead.