CHAPTER 633: CHAPTER 633: HARM THE EMPEROR’S PEOPLE, FACE CASTRATION

As soon as he finished speaking, a slender, well-defined hand suddenly reached out from the side and directly grasped the wealthy merchant’s wrist.

The wealthy merchant suspiciously looked over, but before he could react, Feng Fuce exerted force with his hand!

Everyone standing around heard the sound of the wealthy merchant’s bones cracking.

Only then did the wealthy merchant let out a few wailing cries, rolling on the ground in pain. His hand hung limply as if it couldn’t muster any strength, just swaying with his movements.

"You, you dare to injure me!" the wealthy merchant glared at Feng Fuce, his eyes red with rage.

Feng Fuce lowered his eyes and gave him a cold glance, as if looking at a man destined to die.

The youth said, "You are mistaken; it’s not just about injuring you, but crippling you."

"What?!"

Feng Fuce gave him no time to respond, decisively ordering, "Hold him down."

Four Xiu Luo Envoys who had already approached stepped forward instantly, pinning the wealthy merchant down from all sides.

Despite the wealthy merchant’s kicking and struggling, he continuously shouted, "What are you trying to do? Under the Emperor’s nose, do you even acknowledge the law?"

Feng Fuce let out a soft chuckle.

His imposing manner was intense, like the chill of the ninth heaven.

"The palace servants in the imperial palace’s outer residence are all recorded in the palace roster, in other words, they all belong to the Emperor."

"You touched a palace servant and spoke obscenely. According to the law, you should undergo castration."

"I am here today by order to maintain peace; even if I kill you, it wouldn’t be unjust."

Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, "Do it."

Lei Hu immediately drew out a long sword, pointing it at the area between the wealthy merchant’s legs.

Before he even took action, the wealthy merchant let out a scream as if being slaughtered.

The surrounding guests let out low gasps of surprise, and some of the female guests were too embarrassed to keep watching, so they turned their heads away.

Feng Fuce noticed this gesture and suddenly said, "Wait."

Lei Hu halted the sword in his hand.

Feng Fuce looked back, seeing Bai Zhi’er holding a teacup with her small hands, her large round eyes curiously watching in their direction.

The youth immediately furrowed his brow.

This little rascal is curious about everything.

Hence, Feng Fuce coldly instructed Lei Hu, "To avoid scaring the other ladies, drag him to the room behind the courtyard for the execution."

"Yes!" Lei Hu, along with the other Xiu Luo Envoys, immediately complied.

The wealthy merchant was dragged away in a sorry state, his fine clothes slashed with deep cuts.

He continuously cursed, "What kind of Marquis are you, to treat me like this."

Feng Fuce coldly replied with three words, "Marquis Wan."

The wealthy merchant was at a loss for words.

Before he could react, Lei Hu dragged him around the corner.

At this point, the wealthy merchant’s drinking companions finally recovered from their shock.

Unable to resist, they stepped forward to quietly advise, "Marquis, this... this Lord Huang Liu’s family has some renown, and his uncle is a Vice Minister in the Ministry of War."

Feng Fuce cast them a sidelong glance.

The youth hadn’t spoken, but just a single look made the wealthy merchant’s friends shrink back silently and then step aside.

Unlike the local merchants, those wealthy families doing business in the Capital had long known Marquis Wan’s nature.

He wasn’t at all like his outward appearance suggested, a youth somewhat beautiful but sinister.

He truly killed people, and indeed was unreasonable.

The Emperor had never held him accountable.

So, regardless of which Lord’s relative provoked Marquis Wan, the Lord himself would be busy praying for his own fortune, definitely having no time to worry about anyone else.

Before long, everyone heard the piercing wails coming from behind the house.

The wealthy merchant’s friends, who had been making a ruckus just moments ago, now turned deathly pale.

Marquis Wan, is he really serious?!