I Can See Through Everything

"Lu Qing?!!"

The villagers had initially thought that Wang Da'an was about to be severely beaten by the man with the black mole.

Unexpectedly, someone suddenly appeared and blocked the blow.

What surprised them even more was that the person was Lu Qing!

"It's you, you little brat?!" The man with the black mole was also taken aback, but then he sneered, "Perfect, I was just wondering where to find you, and you delivered yourself to me!"

"Come back, v, these people are not to be trifled with!" Grandpa Zhang quickly shouted.

"Now you think of running? Too late!" A cruel look flashed in the black mole man's eyes.

He exerted force, trying to free his arm and grab Lu Qing.

However, as he tried to shake Lu Qing off, he found that Lu Qing's grip on his wrist was like a steel clamp, unmoving.

Lu Qing smiled at him, gradually increasing his strength.

"Let go of me right now!"

Feeling the increasing pain, the black mole man's expression changed, and he shouted.

He released Wang Da'an's hoe with his left hand and threw a punch at Lu Qing's head.

"Let go, did you hear me?!"

However, just as his punch was halfway through, there was a crack, and unbearable pain shot through his wrist held by Lu Qing.

Before the black mole man could cry out in pain, a tremendous force hit his chest and abdomen. With the sound of cracking bones, he felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

His body flew through the air, and as he was still mid-air, he blacked out.

Thud!

With a thud, his body hit the ground, skidding seven or eight meters, leaving a long mark on the ground, motionless.

Everyone fell silent, dumbfounded.

Especially the villagers of Jiuli Village, who looked at this scene in disbelief.

"What?!"

Seeing the black mole man kicked away by Lu Qing, the sullen man’s pupils contracted in disbelief as he looked at Lu Qing.

Although Old Seven's skills weren't as good as his, they weren't far off.

Yet Lu Qing had kicked him into an unknown state of life or death with one kick.

How did this kid do it?!

After breaking the black mole man's wrist and crippling him with a kick, Lu Qing turned his gaze to the remaining few people opposite him.

Lu Qing had been observing from the side for quite a while.

After hearing Grandpa Zhang's conversation with them, he had a general understanding that this group was likely the real culprits behind Xiao Yan's parents' deaths.

For this reason, he used his ability to probe into the information of this group.

He discovered that they were members of a gang called the Black Wolf Gang.

Among them, the sullen man in front was the leader.

[Han Lao Wu: Black Wolf Gang peripheral member, ruthless and cunning, vengeful and cruel.]

[Skilled in martial arts, once guided by a martial artist, only a step away from the Qi and Blood Realm.]

Recalling the information he had just probed, Lu Qing's gaze on the sullen man turned colder.

For even the ability to judge him as ruthless and cruel, this Han Lao Wu must have committed countless atrocities.

Pierced by Lu Qing's gaze, Han Lao Wu, who was still in shock, suddenly came to his senses.

Looking at Lu Qing, he blurted out, "Are you a martial artist?!"

"Oh, you do have some knowledge," Lu Qing said in surprise, "Tell me, who exactly are you people?"

Hearing Lu Qing's direct admission, Han Lao Wu's heart shook again.

He knew that a month ago, he had seen Lu Qing with his own eyes.

At that time, Lu Qing was thin and dispirited, looking like he wouldn't live long.

How had he become a martial artist in such a short time?

How had he done it?

Han Lao Wu couldn't believe it.

He knew how difficult it was for a martial artist to become one.

Take him, for example. He had practiced martial arts for over ten years, with his elder brother's guidance, yet he still hadn't broken through to become a martial artist.

He was always just a step away from the Qi and Blood Realm.

And this son of Lu Ming, who was weak and dying a month ago, had now become a martial artist. How was this possible?!

Lu Qing saw the shock on Han Lao Wu's face but didn't care.

He continued to stare coldly at him, "You haven't answered my question. Who exactly are you people?"

Feeling the coldness in Lu Qing's gaze, Han Lao Wu shivered.

It no longer mattered how Lu Qing had become a martial artist.

What mattered was that if he didn't handle this well, none of them would leave here alive today.

His mind raced, and Han Lao Wu forced a smile.

"Lu Xiaolangjun, this is all a misunderstanding..."

Before he could finish, Grandpa Zhang shouted from behind, "Lu Qing, they are the ones who caused your parents' deaths!"

"That's right, Lu Qing, your parents were forced to death by them!"

"Lu Qing, don't let them go!"

"Just now, they even tried to take Xiao Yan away!"

Other villagers, seeing Lu Qing's prowess, shouted one after another.

Sweat immediately broke out on Han Lao Wu's forehead, "No, Lu Xiaolangjun, your parents drowned themselves. Their deaths have nothing to do with us..."

"Nonsense! If you hadn't tricked Lu Ming into debt, how would they have committed suicide? You drove them to death!" Grandpa Zhang angrily shouted.

"No, it's not..."

Han Lao Wu's words were interrupted repeatedly by Grandpa Zhang, and his heart filled with killing intent.

He swore that if he got out of this alive, he would torture this old man to death and whip his corpse for three days to vent his hatred!

"Lu Xiaolangjun, it really is a misunderstanding. Your father wanted to do business and borrowed a lot of money from us. When the business failed, he couldn't repay the debt and, in panic, chose to drown himself with your mother."

"From beginning to end, we never forced them. Look, here's the IOU, signed and fingerprinted by your father."

Han Lao Wu quickly took out a piece of paper and showed it to Lu Qing.

"You... shameless!" Grandpa Zhang was furious upon seeing the paper, "You said you had destroyed the IOU, and now you bring it out. Shameless!"

Other villagers were equally furious and confused.

They had seen Han Lao Wu destroy the IOU. How could there be another one?

Lu Qing glanced at the IOU and nodded, "It does have my father's name on it, but what does that prove?"

"It doesn't prove anything. I just want to show that your father did owe us money, and their deaths have nothing to do with us."

"Think about it. We lent so much money to your father and haven't even recovered the principal. Why would we want to force him to death? We would lose both the person and the money."

"Who would want to do such a losing deal?"

"It seems to make some sense." Lu Qing nodded again.

"Lu Qing..."

The villagers behind him grew anxious, seeing that Lu Qing seemed to believe Han Lao Wu's sophistry.

But Han Lao Wu, seeing Lu Qing's hesitation, was pleased and didn't give the villagers a chance to speak.

He quickly said, "But as they say, when a person dies, their debt is forgiven. Since Lu Ming is dead, his debt is nullified. This IOU is our gift to you from the Black Wolf Gang. Consider it returned to its owner."

He took out a few silver notes and presented them with the IOU.

"Also, we feel deep sorrow for your parents' deaths. Here are three hundred taels of silver, a token of our sympathy. Please accept it."

Han Lao Wu's words sounded sincere, as if everything he said was true, without a hint of falsehood.

Lu Qing looked at the silver notes and the IOU, then at the earnest Han Lao Wu.

After a long silence, he suddenly smiled, "Indeed, this is quite a generous gift."

Seeing Lu Qing smile, Han Lao Wu was overjoyed.

"Then, Lu Xiaolangjun..."

But before he could finish, a hand silently appeared at his heart.

Suddenly, an unstoppable force erupted from his chest, shattering his heart.

Han Lao Wu's body trembled, his limbs went limp, and he slowly fell to the ground.

In his final moments, he heard Lu Qing's voice completing the sentence.

"Unfortunately, knowing your nature, I can't believe you even a little."