Chapter 192: I Have a Bad Temper

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: I Have a Bad Temper

The soft fear the hard, the hard fear the ruthless, and the ruthless fear those who disregard their own lives. Wufu’s current demeanor embodies the ruthless, even to the point of being those who throw caution to the wind. Just the look of icy frost on her face alone was enough to terrify others.

Villagers are chatty by nature, typically engaging in squabbles and spats. Unless someone’s brain suddenly short-circuits, very few resort to drawing knives.

Take Baozi for instance, he’s a crude and irresponsible man who can’t keep his mouth shut, even prone to stealing chickens and groping dogs or harassing young women, yet he has never committed acts like murder or robbery. Such deeds are a matter of life and death, and even he dares not cross that line.

But the intensity in Wufu’s demeanor, though she had yet to kill anyone, made people feel a chilling caution in her presence.

In reality, Wufu had no true intention to kill anyone. She understood clearly one thing: good people are bullied. Instead of allowing that, she preferred to show her ferocity, at the very least to instill wariness in others.

Thus, she took on an attitude of, "Whoever dares to provoke me, to mess with my family, I will fight them to the death."

In this countryside, most people were simple and had not seen much of the world. Wufu’s purposeful display of fierce and formidable aura indeed intimidated some.

Ignoring everything else, just the sight of her dark eyes, devoid of any warmth, made them unable to look directly at her. And then there was the savage beating she had just delivered—who wouldn’t feel alarmed?

Now, everyone had only one thought on their minds: this girl Wufu, there was something sinister about her.

"Wuu, you..." Baozi’s mother, covering her face, hurled abuse.

Wufu swept her gaze filled with murderous intent in that direction, and it was so sinister that Baozi’s mother didn’t dare to continue cursing, her face stricken with terror as she moved closer to her son.

Baozi caught her eye and felt a twinge of fear himself. At that moment, he too didn’t dare to utter a word, appearing as meek as a quail.

God, this damned girl is even more ruthless than he is!

Someone who couldn’t stand by watched, mustered up the courage to step forward and said, "You’re just a girl, don’t be so malicious."

Wufu nearly laughed.

"Malicious? Spreading idle gossip about my family isn’t malicious? We all live in the same village, coming and going in clear sight of each other. Yet you have to paint us as improper—just who is being malicious?" Wufu looked at the old man, using her mother’s words: "Don’t you know a woman’s reputation is important? Insisting on sullying it with baseless filth and fabrications—who exactly is malicious here?"

The old man was left speechless by her retort.

"I’ll say it again: if anyone refuses to let my family live in peace, I won’t be courteous to them, nor will I let them live in peace either. The saying goes, ’the river does not infringe on the well’; we owe nothing to anyone, nor do we beg—so please do not provoke me," Wufu sweepingly glared at those people: "I’m not known for having a good temper."

"Unreasonable," the old man huffed, flinging his sleeve and storming off.

Seeing there was no more spectacle to watch, and not daring to provoke Wufu either, people began to disperse.

Wufu snorted and looked at Baozi.

"I hit the kid, you fought back too, what more do you want?" Baozi’s pupils contracted, fearing another beating from Wufu, he couldn’t help but cry out.

Truth be told, he was worse off than the kid, having lost two teeth in the altercation.

"What do I want? I want to tell you, if you’re thinking of revenge, come at me. If you dare touch my people, I’ll kill you!" Wufu tossed out this vicious warning and left with Liu Jin.

Watching her walk away, Baozi’s mother then bellowed, "That bitch. Let’s go, go home and call people over, I refuse to believe we can’t handle her."

Baozi glared at her, "Call who, as if I weren’t dead enough for you?"

"Baozi, ah, your mother is just worried for you. Baozi, where are you going?" Baozi’s mother said as she saw her son getting up and walking away; she quickly followed after him.

Old Lady Zhou watched everyone disperse and her eyelids dropped: "Let’s go." No one saw her hands trembling.