The old donkey was hungry.

He didn't look like he was there for revenge at all; he looked more like he was visiting an old friend!

"How did you get in? My house has so many bodyguards..."

Zhou Ming's face turned ashen, and he retreated in a panic.

Zhao Dazhu smiled and said, "You do have a lot of bodyguards, but they're all asleep now. Not just your bodyguards, but your cook, servants, gardeners, cleaners... every single one of them is asleep."

"If you don't believe me, try shouting a few times and see if anyone comes to help you."

Zhou Ming didn't believe it and immediately started shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Bodyguards! Bodyguards! Someone come quick!"

Zhou Ming's voice was deafening, but even after he shouted several times over ten minutes, no one came.

The entire luxury villa was quiet, as if only the three of them remained in the mansion!

"How is this possible? More than twenty bodyguards, more than a dozen servants, plus gardeners, cooks, cleaners, etc., at least forty or nearly fifty people, and you took care of them all? How did you do it?" Zhou Ming was now completely terrified. He swallowed his saliva frantically as he spoke, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

"Don't worry about how I did it, that's not important. What's important is that you're going to die here soon," Zhao Dazhu laughed.

"You...you want to kill me? On what grounds?" Zhou Ming shouted in a panic.

"Just because you've repeatedly sent people to target me, and not only have you targeted me, but you've also affected the people around me time and time again. Several of my women have almost been killed by you. Even if it weren't for myself, I would kill you for the sake of my women," Zhao Dazhu said calmly.

Zhao Dazhu kept saying he wanted to kill Zhou Ming.

But he spoke in such a nonchalant tone, and still had a smile on his face.

It was as if killing Zhou Ming, this rich second-generation, was no different from swatting a mosquito or fly in his eyes, and not worth making a big fuss about at all.

"What makes you think I sent people to deal with you?!" Zhou Ming roared.

"The thugs who kidnapped my two women tonight confessed to me before they died that they were your employees. And do you think I didn't hear the conversation you and your sister had just had?" Zhao Dazhu said disdainfully, glancing at Zhou Qiong sitting on the ground.

Zhao Dazhu's gaze toward Zhou Qiong was perfectly calm, but Zhou Qiong suddenly felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and her heart skipped a beat!

"Where's the evidence! Where's the evidence that I sent people to deal with you? Can you produce any evidence?" Zhou Ming shouted like a madman.

"You've got it wrong," Zhao Dazhu said.

"What did I do wrong?" Zhou Ming asked loudly, as if the louder he spoke, the more justified he was.

Zhao Dazhu sneered and said, "I'm not from the police department, and I'm not here to investigate a case, so I don't need evidence. If I think you did it, then you did it. Whether there's evidence or not doesn't matter. You're dead anyway."

"I'm dead? Hahaha... I think you're the one who's dead. You think I don't have anything to defend myself?"

Zhou Ming suddenly reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket with lightning speed and quickly pulled his hand out.

He now held a dark, black pistol in his hand!

However, when Zhou Ming raised his pistol to aim, he discovered that Zhao Dazhu had vanished!

Where is that old guy?

Where did he go?

Could it be that I was hallucinating, and Zhao Dazhu never actually came?

Just as Zhou Ming had this absurd thought, he heard Zhao Dazhu's mocking voice beside him: "Where are you looking? I'm right here."

Zhou Ming turned his head and found Zhao Dazhu standing beside him, like a ghost!

Moreover, Zhao Dazhu's hand was on his shoulder at some point!

Zhou Ming immediately tried to move the gun, but it was too late.

A strong feeling of weakness came from all over his body, and the next second he collapsed to the ground with a thud, his vision going completely black.

"A broken gun, who are you trying to scare? I'll stand here and let you shoot me, you still can't break through my defenses."

"But if I let you fire the gun, I can't fake it as a natural death, so you might as well just die..."

Zhao Dazhu hadn't finished speaking when Zhou Ming could no longer hear him.

His heart stopped beating, and his breathing stopped too.

He breathed his last, becoming a corpse that still retained warmth.

"elder brother?"

Zhou Qiong stared in horror at Zhou Ming, who lay motionless on the ground, her face filled with extreme terror.

"Don't call him anymore, he's already dead," Zhao Dazhu said calmly.

"He...he just died like that? You only patted him on the shoulder..."

Zhou Qiong said in shock, her face turning deathly pale.

Zhou Ming lowered his head slightly when he drew his gun, so he didn't see the whole thing, but Zhou Qiong, as a bystander, saw it all.

She saw Zhao Dazhu, like a ghost, take a single step and cover several meters to appear beside Zhou Ming, then raise his right hand and gently pat Zhou Ming's shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Ming collapsed to the ground, as if his soul had been ripped away.

This bizarre sight caused Zhou Qiong to show an expression as if she had seen a ghost.

But the principle behind it is actually quite simple. Zhao Dazhu's seemingly casual slap actually injected true energy into Zhou Ming's body and into Zhou Ming's blood vessels.

As a result, under the influence of true qi, more than twenty blood clots formed in Zhou Ming's arteries throughout his body.

The combined effect of so many blood clots causes the blood to stop flowing instantly.

If he doesn't die, who will?

Zhao Dazhu looked at his right hand and said with a sigh, "You see? In front of me, you ordinary people can't even put up a fight, even if you have modern weapons."

"This is the power of cultivators. Killing ordinary people like you is easier than stepping on an ant. Even rich kids are no different; I can touch one of them and he'll be dead."

Zhou Qiong's face was filled with disbelief: "Mr. Zhao, you...you are a legendary cultivator?"

"Isn't this obvious?" Zhao Dazhu said calmly.

"No wonder my brother tried to kill you again and again but couldn't. No wonder you could take my brother's life with a single tap. Since you're a cultivator, it's not surprising at all..." Zhou Qiong said with a mournful face, two lines of crystal tears on her face.

Zhao Dazhu turned around to look at Zhou Qiong and walked towards the girl step by step.

"Now it's time to talk about your problem. I trusted you so much that I asked you to investigate your brother for me. You even patted your chest and told me you would never let me down, and then what?"