My Brother is the Villain 02

Several poisoned hidden arrows flew through the air. Tang Zhilin instinctively pushed Fang Zhiyi away to dodge, but he caught sight of several of his own thousand-man commanders wearing malicious sneers. In that instant, Tang Zhilin realized he had been betrayed. Ultimately, no matter how high his martial arts skills were, he could not escape the volley of arrows.

Tang Zhilin died. The soldiers of Fancheng were left leaderless; some simply surrendered directly to the Dragon Slaying Society, while others fled in panic. Fang Zhiyi looked at Tang Zhilin's wide, staring eyes in disbelief. Had this great demon Tang Zhilin really died just like that?

What made him even more incredulous happened later. The Dragon Slaying Society quickly took control of Fancheng. At the celebration banquet, his drunken uncle made a slip of the tongue and revealed the truth about the Emperor's passing and the struggles among various factions, as well as the assassination of Zhu Qingqing. Furious, Fang Zhiyi punched the old man, and this single punch cost him his own life.

On the day the Dragon Slaying Society raised their army, Fang Zhiyi was tied to a flagpole, listening to the charges they had pinned on him.

"Aiding the wicked, brutalizing the common people, and murdering righteous heroes."

Looking at the roaring crowd below that surged like a tsunami, Fang Zhiyi felt for the first time that he might have been wrong, yet perhaps he was not.

But he knew that he was going to die today.

Fang Zhiyi suddenly slammed his hand on the table, startling the people at the neighboring table.

"Fang Zhiyi, what are you going crazy for!" a man suddenly pointed at him and cursed.

Fang Zhiyi glanced sideways. This was a stronghold of the Dragon Slaying Society. Although it looked like a restaurant, the people inside were all fierce and intimidating, looking exactly like a bandit's lair.

"I'm asking you! You aren't doing your work and you sit here slamming tables? Are you even qualified?" The man walked straight over.

The Dragon Slaying Society had a strict hierarchy. Who knew where they learned such rules, but newcomers had to work like horses for the veterans, except for those with connections, of course.

Fang Zhiyi curled his lip, stood up, and started to walk away.

"What kind of attitude is that!" The man grew a bit anxious. "Did you not hear a senior speaking to you?"

Fang Zhiyi turned his head and gave him a look. "What kind of senior are you? How long have you been here? You can't even hold a sword steady and you're pretending to be a senior?" He really wanted to smack the original owner of this body. With all his martial arts skills, how could he endure this kind of garbage treatment?

"You..." The man rushed forward in a fury, executing a Black Tiger Tears the Heart strike.

If it were the original owner, he would have just taken the hit; he was used to it. But Fang Zhiyi was not about to indulge him.

Raising his hand to block, he kicked out, sending the man flying straight back. The man clutched his crotch, in too much pain to even make a sound.

"Fang Zhiyi! Mind your status!" The entire table of people stood up.

Then, a voice came from behind. "What are you all arguing about?"

Fang Zhiyi turned and saw a beautiful woman. Actually, she was just alright. He had seen too many beauties, and someone like Zhu Qingqing really couldn't be considered that pretty. It was probably just the original owner's unique taste.

"A San, what are you doing lying on the ground?" Zhu Qingqing was a bit surprised, but she quickly realized something. "Zhiyi, did you hit him?"

Fang Zhiyi did not reply.

Seeing his cold attitude, Zhu Qingqing was clearly uncomfortable. "How can you act like this? You've disappointed me so much."

Little Hei covered its mouth and laughed. "She's quite the PUA master."

Fang Zhiyi gave it a surprised look, not expecting that Little Hei already understood what PUA meant.

Seeing that he still wasn't speaking, Zhu Qingqing said indignantly, "What's wrong with you? You were never like this before. Hurry up and apologize!"

"Apologize my ass," Fang Zhiyi finally spoke. He then lifted his foot and walked toward the backyard, leaving the crowd staring at his back in astonishment.

"Qingqing, what's going on with him?" someone asked in a low voice.

Others were utterly furious. How could that guy, who used to look eager to please everyone he met, be so arrogant now?

"Fang Zhiyi, stop right there! This is the Dragon Slaying Society, you can't just run wild here!" A man grabbed a wooden club and charged at Fang Zhiyi, planning to knock him down with a single strike.

But just as the club was about to hit him, Fang Zhiyi stepped slightly to the side to dodge, caught the descending wooden club with one hand, and delivered another kick to the man's knee. The burly man lost his balance and fell to his knees with a thud.

"You!"

What greeted him was a resounding slap to the face.

Fang Zhiyi looked up at the dumbfounded crowd. "I think you guys might have forgotten something." He paused. "Forgotten your own worth? Trash."

"Fang Zhiyi! How can you speak like that! Apologize to everyone right now!" Zhu Qingqing was visibly angry. She was certain that after she said this, Fang Zhiyi would bow and apologize just like he always did. "We are all a family, don't say things that cause misunderstandings!"

Fang Zhiyi looked at her. "Apologize? Haha, don't misunderstand, I'm not saying you are trash."

Zhu Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm saying that everyone sitting here, every single one of you, is trash."

"You!" Someone with a violent temper slammed the table and stood up, but upon seeing Fang Zhiyi knock the burly man down with another slap, he sat back down.

Watching Fang Zhiyi swagger away, Zhu Qingqing's expression was filled with doubt and shock. Did this foolish boy suddenly undergo a drastic change in temperament? That shouldn't be. The way he looked at her before clearly showed he was completely captivated by her.

She decided to just leave him be for now. Her uncle Zhu Wanli had sent someone with an urgent message, telling her to go over immediately.

Not long after Fang Zhiyi returned to his room, he heard a commotion outside.

"Surnamed Fang, come out!" someone shouted in the courtyard.

Fang Zhiyi was getting annoyed. Were these people ever going to stop? Were they that bored? He pushed the door open and took a large stride out, only to be met with a large net thrown right at him. Reacting slightly, Fang Zhiyi didn't even step back. He reached out, grabbed the net, and pulled hard to the left. Instantly, the person pulling the net on the right stumbled and was thrown forward.

"Calling yourselves the Dragon Slaying Society, yet all you've learned are the ambush tactics of street thugs," Fang Zhiyi said, clapping his hands.

"What did you say!" The men were furious.

"I said, you have bad luck today, and I am not in a very good mood," Fang Zhiyi began to smile maliciously.

Even though they were all wielding swords, spears, and clubs, they were truly not enough to pose a threat in front of Fang Zhiyi.

By the time Zhu Qingqing rushed back, the scene before her made her turn pale with fright. A whole swath of men lay scattered across the backyard, all beaten black and blue, groaning continuously.

"What happened?" She suddenly looked toward Fang Zhiyi's small room.

"Fang Zhiyi, come out!" Zhu Qingqing was getting angry. Why had this Fang Zhiyi suddenly changed so drastically?

Fang Zhiyi poked his head out. "What? Do you want a beating too?"

"You!" Zhu Qingqing's eyes widened in a glare. In the past, Fang Zhiyi would never have treated her this way! But remembering her uncle's instructions, she forced her anger down. "How could you do this?"

Fang Zhiyi also walked out and stood in front of her.

Zhu Qingqing felt an inexplicable flutter of apprehension in her chest, but she maintained a facade of calm. "Why did you beat up your own brothers?"

Fang Zhiyi laughed. "They aren't my brothers, they're yours."