Zhao Zhenwu was drowned by the storm of fists and electric batons. His only eye was emitting stars like a volcano eruption. In his trance, he saw all kinds of illusions again, and he returned to the battlefield where bombs and corpses were flying everywhere.
His old brothers all turned into devils with disheveled hair and long fangs. Extending their skinny claws at him, they shrieked, "Commander, where is our wealth? Boss, where is the great wealth that we agreed upon? "
Zhao Zhenwu screamed and cramped hard.
The two guards gave him another round of whipping before dragging him out of the pawnshop by his ankles. He fell heavily into the dirty puddle of the dark street.
Clang! Clang!
His artificial eye, artificial arm, badge, title deed, and family saber were all thrown out and smashed on him coldly.
Such a thing had been commonplace in the underground world of District 36 or any district in the capital in the past half a year.
A bunch of idlers had even been raised and squatted in front of the pawnshops, sharpening their weapons and preparing to do the most shameless things.
The moment they saw that Zhao Zhenwu was thrown out, a lot of idlers swarmed forward and groped him crazily, shouting, "Help me now!"
Zhao Zhenwu had been beaten half to death. How could he have the strength to struggle when the world was swirling around him?
He tried to protect his badge, title deed, and saber, only to be hit in the head brutally and passed out immediately.
Five minutes later, when he woke up again, he felt that his bones were cold. Even his uniform had been taken away. His badge, title deed, and saber were gone, too. The only thing left were a few idlers squatting in front of the pawnshop, picking their teeth and looking at him with a smile.
Zhao Zhenwu's blood was completely frozen.
He felt that the air in the whole world had been drained. He could barely catch his breath, and his heart was cramping.
"My badge, my title deed, my saber!"
He shouted dryly and groped in the gutter for a long time, only to find a crystal eyeball that had been crushed and a metal arm that was squeaking.
Swinging his left arm with his right hand, he waded toward the idlers like a zombie.
"Someone stole your stuff and ran that way."
The idlers laughed fearlessly, and some of them winked and pointed to the depths of the shabby alley.
Thinking for a moment, Zhao Zhenwu turned around and was about to charge into the pawnshop again.
The idlers swarmed around him, scrambling to pick him up and carry him out of the street. Someone leaned close to his ear, emitting a stinky breath, and said in a low voice, "Forget it, we'll sacrifice our money to ensure our safety. Do you know whose business this' Eastern Mountain Excursion 'is? The Dongfang family! If you go in and cause trouble again, I'll kill you, a second-rate lieutenant general without any soldiers or guns, and throw you into the furnace of the energy factory deep inside the crack. It'll be more convenient than slaughtering a dog! "
Zhao Zhenwu was kicked out.
He felt as if all the bones in his body were trying to shrink inwards, and he unconsciously bent his back.
Looking at the dark entrance of the street behind him, he was stunned for a long time, but he didn't have the courage to go back and argue — that was the property of the Dongfang family!
Like a lonely ghost, Zhao Zhenwu wandered in the thirty-sixth district unsteadily. In his trance, he did not even know how he returned home.
The Generals' Study Course of the Royal Academy for Advanced Officers had at least provided four of them with a dormitory that looked like a pigsty or a kennel.
But he was not alone. He had a wife and a son to support.
Zhao Zhenwu was from a privateer fleet. He had killed too many people when he was doing business in his hometown, and he had enemies everywhere. Now that he was out fighting a war, there was naturally no reason for him to leave his wife and son at home to be slaughtered.
While he was working hard in the frontline, his wife and son had been renting a house in the capital. His wife was born in a noble family of Immortal Cultivators. She was used to a luxurious life and lived in luxury. She had been living in a high-end neighborhood in the capital all these years, spending a fortune every year.
A few years ago, when he was still well-trained, he naturally had all kinds of channels to make money and send it back to the capital to support his wife and son. Zhao Zhenwu had always held his head high in front of his wife and always kept his word.
Even if he had sex with a female deity outside, it was still a job requirement. His wife did not dare ask.
Now that he had lost everything, and his capability had hit rock bottom with the heavy wounds, Zhao Zhenwu naturally couldn't be tough in front of his wife at all!
His medical fees had not been settled yet, and his son had grown up to the critical moment of the awakening of his spiritual root. Tremendous resources were needed. But he was so poor that he had even lost his medal, his saber, and his title … Zhao Zhenwu wandered in front of his house for more than half an hour, not knowing how he should explain to his wife. He even felt like killing himself.
Suddenly, he heard his wife's chuckle in the house.
This was not the noble neighborhood that his wife had rented earlier but just a common slum in the thirty-sixth district. Why would there be any soundproof rune arrays? Bulging his eyes, Zhao Zhenwu pressed his ear to the wall and listened for a long time. His jaw was loosened.
Huala!
Right then, the gate was opened, and a tall, greasy man walked out of his house.
Zhao Zhenwu felt that his head was heavy, as if it weighed ten thousand tons. It pressed down hard, trying to crush him into the crevices.
Countless voices were screaming in his heart, but his body seemed to have been hollowed out. He could not even raise a finger.
That man also saw him and was very embarrassed. After a dry cough, he actually came up to him and patted him on the shoulder. Only then did he swagger away.
He patted my shoulder.
Zhao Zhenwu thought to himself in a daze, F * ck him. He was bold enough to pat my shoulder!
"Aya."
His wife's voice came over casually. "Why are you here? You didn't go to the class today?"
"F * ck you —"
Zhao Zhenwu's veins were completely empty. He raised his hand high, but before he lowered it, his wrist had been bitten by his wife.
His wife was an Immortal Cultivator too, but she was a cultured one. Naturally, she was no match for him in the past, but at this moment, she dragged him into the house and threw him onto the messy bed.
Zhao Zhenwu jumped to his feet as if he had an electric shock. He looked at the bed that had been crumpled as if it were a nest of vipers.
"He — He's the one —"
Zhao Zhenwu was full of fury, but he sounded like he was going to cry. "The one — the 'Dongfang'?"
"Yes. He is Dongfang, my boss right now."
His wife's face was calm. She combed her hair carefully and said calmly, "Old Zhao, I didn't know how to tell you about this. Since we bumped into each other today, then let's do it today. Don't be angry, and don't be angry. It's useless to be angry. You'll only hurt yourself.
"As for me, I don't have time to argue with you. I'm going to move to the 'Cloud Yang District' in a moment. I'm packing my stuff right now. There's no need for you to make such a scene. After all, I've never argued with you when you were out enjoying yourself, have I?"
The Cloud Yang District was the residential area of the Immortal Cultivators on the ground that was directly illuminated by the sun. Zhao Zhenwu had rented a place for his wife and son in a noble neighborhood in the Cloud Yang District before.
Naturally, the environment and the rent there were much better than the "thirty-sixth district", an underground area that did not even have a name, could compare.
After a long daze, Zhao Zhenwu asked, "How long has it been?"
His wife smiled. "Does it matter?"
After a brief silence, Zhao Zhenwu struggled to ask, "Why?"
His wife sighed and took out a glittering card from her pocket. She stuck it into Zhao Zhenwu's pocket and said, "You suffered such heavy wounds in the frontline. If you don't find Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to treat you, your plummeting level will never be recovered. There are a hundred thousand coins in this card. Take them to treat your wounds first. If they are not enough, I'll give more to you every month. One's level is the lifeblood of the Immortal Cultivators.
Zhao Zhenwu's face was all green. He clenched the card hard and was about to throw it at his wife's face, but he somehow thought, The three medals that I've earned after risking my life are only worth two thousand bucks, but my wife … A hundred thousand? A hundred thousand!
"Also, you don't need to bother about Ah Xiao's spiritual root. I've already arranged everything."
His wife continued. "Rest assured. Ah Xiao is so talented, and she will certainly grow into an Immortal Cultivator stronger than you in the future."
Zhao Zhenwu felt like crying. He opened his mouth but did not know what to say. Swallowing hard for a long time, he finally said, "You are taking Ah Xiao away?"
His wife smiled. "I'm not taking him to the end of the world but to the 'Yunyang District'. He has been living there for the past few years and is already used to everything there. He yells at me every day, saying that the thirty-sixth district is dirty and smelly and that I have to move back to the Yunyang District no matter what!
"In any case, his surname is Zhao, and you are his father. What are you worried about?"
Looking at his empty left sleeve, Zhao Zhenwu lowered his head helplessly. "I … I … I …"
"I don't want it to be like this, either. It's true."
His wife sighed and said gloomily, "I never left you when the family became like this. After all, we have been married for so many years, and we still have feelings for each other. I only hoped that you, the man in charge of the family, could come up with a solution. But half a year has passed, and you are still at your wits' end.
"If a man can't come up with a solution, we women have to. I know that the wives of a lot of senior officers in your school of generals are showing up in the nightclubs. Why? It's to support the family, isn't it?
"Today, if you don't let Dongfang and me go, I won't go, but where are the medical fees tomorrow? Where are the food and nutrition drugs for the two of us to maintain our level the day after tomorrow? Where are the nurturing fees for our son's spiritual root to be awakened the day after tomorrow?
"Will you only be happy if I become Miss Wu like the wives of those 'classmates' of yours?"
His wife's words were all cutting.
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