Chaotic Frontier: I Picked Up a Peerless Little Wife at the Start

Lin Hui responded calmly.

"I am Lin Hui."

Lin Hui looked at Cheng Wenjun, expressionless.

The name Lin Hui struck Cheng Wenjun's heart, and his expression changed once again.

He stepped back and shouted urgently, "General, General, is there no justice left? This is the General settling a personal score."

"General, aren't you afraid the commander-in-chief will blame you for doing this?"

Lin Hui looked at him and said in an unusually calm voice, "I wasn't settling a personal score; I was just defending myself. You plotted to kill me, and I just acted first."

"I call it striking first to gain the upper hand, while you call it striking second and suffering the consequences."

Cheng Wenjun's lips trembled a few times, but he didn't say anything more.

Now, facing Lin Hui and Lin Hui's Ningyuan cavalry, he no longer had his previous arrogance and completely changed his attitude, speaking with a hint of flattery towards Lin Hui.

"General Lin, we can talk this out. If you need anything, please feel free to take it."

"By the way, General Lin, I still have tens of thousands of taels of silver in this courtyard. I'm giving it to you as a reward for the army."

"General Lin, if you let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone about this. From now on, our Cheng family and General Lin will have no enmity whatsoever. What do you say?"

Lin Hui shook his head dismissively.

Seeing Lin Hui's attitude, Cheng Wenjun knew that this matter would not be easy to handle, and immediately asked in a pleading tone, "General Lin, what do you want?"

"I don't want to do anything. I, Lin Hui, want the same things that made the Cheng family rich."

Cheng Wenjun's lips twitched. He hadn't expected Lin Hui to be so greedy. He stared at Lin Hui in disbelief: "You, you actually want my Lin family's salt route?"

Lin Hui chuckled: "As expected of the eldest young master of the Cheng family, he likes someone as smart as you."

"Lin Hui, you're dreaming. The salt route is the lifeblood of the Cheng family. Even if I die, I will never hand over the Cheng family's salt route."

In fact, the so-called salt route is the fixed private salt trading route formed by the Cheng family over many years, as well as the various people along this route.

Lin Hui wanted to secure the salt route so that his refined salt sales would be more stable, preventing Song Qingyan from having to work so hard to open up the salt route herself.

Hearing Cheng Wenjun's domineering refusal, Lin Hui was not angry. Instead, he smiled and drew the Tang sword from his waist, the gleaming long sword pointing directly at Cheng Wenjun's chest.

Lin Hui chuckled and said, "Now that you're in my hands, whether you talk or not isn't up to you."

After saying that, Lin Hui slowly inserted the Tang sword into Cheng Wenjun's chest, piercing through his heart.

Cheng Wenjun felt his death bit by bit. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't utter a single word. He opened his mouth with difficulty, and then he died.

Lin Hui drew his Tang sword and sheathed it again.

At this moment, the clearing out of the remaining enemy forces outside was also completed, but a soldier rushed in with news: "General, something bad has happened! Su Yuanzhou has surrounded this place with his men."

Lin Hui remained calm and composed. Su Yuanzhou's appearance was within Lin Hui's expectations, but he did not expect the kid to seize the opportunity so well and appear at such a suitable time.

He waved his hand casually.

"Go and tell General Su that I'm waiting for him here."

The heavy rain continued, showing no sign of stopping, and all traces of the fighting were washed away by the downpour.

Not long after, Su Yuanzhou, dressed in black armor, stepped through the rainwater, the armor clanging against each other with a metallic sound.

Su Yuanzhou strode over, leading the way, followed by dozens of fully armed soldiers, all of whom were Su Yuanzhou's most capable men.

No one spoke; they simply walked toward Lin Hui, the sound of rain mingling with the pattering of the raindrops.

When they came in, the first thing they saw was corpses; the whole yard was full of corpses.

Moreover, they were all corpses of Cheng family guards. Some had their throats slit, and others were covered in wounds. The rainwater had turned into blood, which flowed out in streams along the drainage ditches.

Upon seeing this, Su Yuanzhou's heart skipped a beat.

Others may not know the combat capabilities of these guards, but Su Yuanzhou knows them very well. These men are all veterans from the border army, and they all possess genuine martial arts skills.

Moreover, there were more than a hundred guards. Even if he brought the local garrison to besiege them, it would be impossible for him to kill them all so quickly.

He secretly admired him, thinking that he was indeed a man who could rise to the rank of General of the North in just two months based on his military achievements; he was truly exceptional.

His gaze swept heavily over the dead guards before he continued walking forward.

On both sides of the courtyard stood Lin Hui's Ningyuan cavalry, weapons in hand, standing motionless as the rain lashed down on them, not even blinking.

They stood there, watching Su Yuanzhou and his soldiers walk step by step toward Lin Hui.

Su Yuanzhou felt an intense sense of oppression, a smell mixed with the stench of blood assaulting his senses, like a boulder pressing heavily on his chest, making Su Yuanzhou and the soldiers around him feel as if they could hardly breathe.

No one dared to meet the gaze of Ning Yuanqi, one of Lin Hui's men.

Su Yuanzhou grew increasingly alarmed as he walked.

The aura emanating from these people was a kind of killing intent honed on the battlefield, something that the garrison troops lacked.

No wonder they've been able to win so many battles. With an army like that and a general like that, it would be strange if they didn't win.

It was the same small courtyard that Su Yuanzhou had just visited before Lin Hui arrived, except now, the person sitting calmly on the soft couch drinking tea was Lin Hui.

Ling Ziyi stood beside Lin Hui, her spear planted firmly on the ground, like an angry female warrior.

In the middle of the courtyard, where several beautiful women had been dancing, lay Cheng Wenjun's corpse. The heavy rain washed away Cheng Wenjun's body, and all the bloodstains were washed away by the river formed by the rainwater, leaving only the gruesome wound on his chest.

Upon seeing Cheng Wenjun's corpse, Su Yuanzhou's lips twitched.

Although he knew that Lin Hui was here to kill Cheng Wenjun, he still couldn't bear to see Cheng Wenjun's body being thrown on the ground like trash.

No matter what, this was the eldest son of the Cheng family, a man of great status when he was alive.

"General Su, please sit down and have some tea. What's so interesting about a corpse?"

Lin Hui slowly put down his teacup, looked up at Su Yuanzhou who was looking astonished, and smiled slightly.

Su Yuanzhou realized what was happening and immediately stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "General, I think you did something inappropriate. He is the eldest young master of the Cheng family."

Su Yuanzhou's voice was calm, yet neither humble nor arrogant.

Lin Hui smiled slightly, completely unfazed by Su Yuanzhou's probing and reminder.

Lin Hui looked at Su Yuanzhou and said calmly, "General Su, I know. I killed the eldest son of the Cheng family. I'm sitting right here now. Is General Su going to arrest me?"