Chapter 29.1: Too Late For Regrets

Tian Heng's fist clenched ever so tightly, his nails almost poking through the outer layers of his skin. His heart palpitated fast, heart angered to the point of boiling.

Why?

He's worked hard for decades. Walking the through of Jianghu, practicing and refining his martial arts skill. He has many achievements under his belt. He's done all this… for what? To experience the shame of today? This little white face in front of him, he was a mere bug whom he could crush at his own will and discretion and now he dares to slam the door and slap his face openly?

Does the handsome fellow think full of himself?

Therefore, Tian Heng's heartbeat pulsed ever so quick. If his heart could move, it'd have chosen to rush out from the cages of his lungs and slap Shen Lang's face back and forth.

But he can't!

Angered, his eyes narrowed and coldly said, "Thirteen has offended Shen Gongzi? This is not good! When he comes back, I'll break his legs!"

Shen Lang frowned. "He's not here?"

"Yes, unfortunately so." Tian Heng chided. "Last night, he was temporarily sent to Bailing City. I'm afraid it'll take a month or two before his expected return."

"Haha!" Shen Lang laughed.

Is there such a thing as coincidence? Shen Lang did not believe him. But since Tian Thirteen was nowhere to be seen, he could do nothing.

"That's all right if he's not here." Shen Lang clapped his thighs. "But you must inform me when he comes back. I must break his leg. I will never stop fighting for justice and getting rid of evil.

"Certainly, certainly." Tian Heng chuckled.

"Then, I'll be going." Shen Lang stood up.

The knight behind looked at the chest br.i.m.m.i.n.g with gold coins on the table. He wondered if he should take them away.

"Take the gold coins away. This is Tian Heng's debt to me. It has nothing to do with the Count's Palace."

The knight went forward, picked up the chest, and followed Shen Lang out. Leaving the Civil Army's camp, the two knights looked at one another dismally. They held a vague sense of feeling that the young lady of their Count's Palace had made an error in her choosing. Such a shameless man… he'd only destroy the Count's Palace.

Once certain Shen Lang had left, Tian Heng smashed the teacups on the wall, threw the table away, and stamped on the teacups the white lotus drank.

"Someone burn the chair he sat on! Right now! f.u.c.k!" Tian Heng cursed.

Suddenly, two black-clothed men walked out. They pulled out their sharp knives from their satchel and chopped the chair Shen Lang sat on in half. Thereafter, they went to the back kitchen with the means to burn it.

"Righteous Father needs not be angry. Shen Lang's cruel and domineering behavior is rubbish. The Count of Xuanwu loves his people and cherishes his reputation. No doubt he'll punish that fool severely. It won't be long 'till we hear the news of Shen Lang's violent death by the hands of the Count."

Tian Thirteen walked out.

Of course, he didn't go to Bailing City.

Tian Heng scoffed. "I can't believe how quickly a trash could hug the thighs of a n.o.ble. Now he dares to openly slap face using the power of the Count's Palace."

He knew Shen Lang was no waste, but it was the only way to solve the hatred in his heart.

"It's just a fool, Righteous Father. He won't be able to cause a ruckus." Tian Thirteen said sarcastically. "Look at his white shameless face. There's nothing promising about it."

Tian Heng looked at his son. "Don't go out. Just stay inside and hide. Don't show your face."

Tian Thirteen's countenance darkened. He was unwilling, but he could only nod. "Yes, Righteous Father."

However…

At this moment, the white lotus who'd left not too recently suddenly rushed back and slammed the door open.

Tian Thirteen's eyes bulged. He quickly moved and hid.

"Don't hide! I see you!" Shen Lang sneered. "Tian Thirteen, you're so fast! Did you really want to come and see me so much? You came back from Bailing City in an instant! How did you travel a thousand miles in a mere second?"

Tian Heng's face reddened. It looked like it'd blow up any minute.

You b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Not only shameless but treacherous also?!

Shen Lang looked at Tian Thirteen and smiled ruefully. "You bring more than dozen of your people to my house and break in to hurt my Shen Family. If not for Jin Zhong, I'm afraid I would never see them again." He sighed. "I should break your leg to thank you. But don't worry, I won't take too much of your time! So just sit back and allow me the pleasure!"

Tian Thirteen's face twitched as he looked at the white lotus coldly. Facing Shen Lang, he found it a waste and of no use begging for mercy. He wasn't shy in hiding his deep-seated resentment.

"As the leader of the Black Warrior Gang, Tian Heng promised that so long as Tian Thirteen comes back, he'll personally break his legs and give me a breather. I'm waiting." Shen Lang said lightly.

Tian Heng closed his eyes. He did not wish for it to turn out like this.

Moreover, after watching in front view as Shen Lang entered the Count's Palace through marriage last night, Tian Heng immediately went into a mode of crisis. He looked all over to find himself a powerful backing for the first time.

The Xu Family…

The Lin Family…

Governor Zhang Chong…

Zhang Jin…

In exchange for the Zhang Family's backing, thirty-five percent of the profits accrued from the five gambling houses would go to them. As he promised this condition, Tian Heng's heart bled because more than sixty percent of the Black Warrior Gang's annual revenue came from the gambling houses.

But however, when facing the Count's Palace, he needed to preserve himself.

He was unwilling to have his face slapped completely.

Unfortunately, Tian Heng did not know when to advance or retreat.