Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

Chapter 951 Survival Rules: The Strong Prey on the Weak

Without hesitation, Chu Chen swung his sword and severed his head.

After doing all this, Chu Chen leisurely tied the horse to a dead tree in the yard.

Then he walked over to the spot where the man who had been drinking tea had sat down.

He waved his hand, knocking all his teaware to the ground, before looking at the women huddled in the corner out of fear.

But in his heart, he understood a principle.

The big eat the small, the strong eat the weak.

No matter what social class you belong to, there are strong and weak.

Every social class will have its struggles, and the only purpose is self-interest, whether it's daily meals, gold and silver jewelry, or power and status.

Even these starving refugees are in the same boat.

People from every social class will use every possible means to maximize their own potential; perhaps this is the nature of all living beings, the nature of humanity.

As he pondered, Chu Chen suddenly felt that his long-unwavering state of mind seemed to have made a slight improvement.

This immediately brought a smile to his face.

Holy crap, is this what they call "entering the world"? Seeing all walks of life?

It seems that my next step is to win over all these people and organize a reverse escape.

That means going back to Lingyang and bringing down the government officials who embezzled relief supplies for refugees.

Chu Chen did not kill the man who had brought him to the courtyard earlier, as he was unarmed.

But looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably.

"What's your name? Come here!"

Chu Chen looked at him and then spoke.

"Young...Young Master, I...I am Chang Shou, please...Young Master, spare my life!"

"Longevity? You almost died young! Go, open the courtyard gate!"

Chang Shou's legs trembled, but he dared not disobey Chu Chen's orders. He could only move step by step to the courtyard gate and then open it.

As soon as the door opened, the refugees who had been waiting outside rushed in.

These people were naturally waiting, waiting for the horse meat to be killed and stewed, hoping to get a sip of soup.

However, upon seeing the corpses scattered on the ground and Chu Chen sitting next to the tea table, they immediately fell silent, staring blankly at everything inside without daring to breathe.

Chu Chen looked at the stunned crowd and said, "Everyone, what are you standing there for? Do you still want to eat meat? Get these corpses out of here, they're disgusting to look at."

Everyone was stunned after hearing Chu Chen's words, but thinking about eating meat, several of the bolder ones immediately got to work and dragged all the corpses out.

After cleaning up the bodies, Chu Chen looked at the women.

"What are you all standing there for? Clean up! Don't you want to eat your fill?"

The women huddled in the corner, some barely clothed, but under Chu Chen's authority, they didn't care about being shy anymore, since they had long been treated like female dogs.

After watching the group of women stand up, Chu Chen turned his head away.

About half an hour later, the house was given a simple cleaning.

After Chu Chen ushered the group of women into the room, he turned to Chang Shou and asked, "How many groups of you refugees are you divided into?"

"Reporting to young master, there are three groups of people in total. One group consists of the former wealthy people, one group consists of the former ruffians, and the other group consists of the former peasants."

Chu Chen nodded after listening: "So, you belong to the second group?"

"Yes, sir, that's right. I was originally a hoodlum in Lingyang City, so..."

Before he could finish his introduction, Chu Chen interrupted him, saying, "Alright, in that case, call in the leaders of all three groups. I have something to say."

Upon hearing this, Chang Shou immediately jogged out of the house.

After so much time, seeing that Chu Chen had no intention of killing him, he quickened his pace.

A short while later, Changshou brought back two people.

A middle-aged man with a bruised and swollen face, and a young man who, although thin, looked to have some strength.

Looking at the beaten man, Chu Chen understood that he was the leader of the wealthy group. From his eyes, one could see the shrewdness inherent in businessmen.

The young man, on the other hand, seemed much more simple-minded.

"Alright, Changshou, get everyone out of here. You three come and sit down."

The next moment, apart from the woman locked in the room with barely any clothes, only Chang Shou and the other two remained in front of Chu Chen in the entire house.

"Please introduce yourselves!"

"This gentleman is Wang Baiwan, formerly the owner of the Wang Family Cloth Shop in Lingyang City!"

"I am Tang Dali, a man from the outskirts of Lingyang City, a true-blue farmer!"

"Alright, I've probably already guessed why I called you all here today. From now on, the owner of this house is me, Chu Chen!"

"Chang Shou knows my methods best, so I will not say any more."

The group nodded in agreement. In fact, the three groups had communicated with each other, so when they came, Chang Shou told them about Chu Chen's killing of their leader and those armed men.

At this moment, both Wang Baiwan and Tang Dali were still feeling uneasy.

You should know that even if they are extremely wealthy and incredibly strong, they would not dare to provoke someone who can actually kill with a knife and looks like a martial arts master.

"Young Master Chu, I have already told them about your deeds. We all admire you greatly and are willing to follow under your command to build a great career!"

After hearing Chang Wei's words, Chu Chen sighed inwardly.

Who says thugs are all useless? This flattery is really satisfying!

"Alright, enough with the nonsense. I'm asking you, are you willing to return to Lingyang and take back what rightfully belongs to you?"

Chu Chen's intention was clear: to win them over, then oppose the Lingyang government and seize back the disaster relief supplies that belonged to them.

Going against the government is something not everyone dares to do.

Moreover, in ancient society, it was a step that many people dared not take.

However, considering the man in front of them who possessed extraordinary skills, the three of them were momentarily at a loss for words.

"Young master, we certainly want to go back, but as you can see, we can't even get enough to eat right now, let alone go back to Lingyang!"

Seeing that everyone was silent, Wang Baiwan spoke cautiously, afraid of angering the person in front of him.

Chu Chen chuckled after hearing this: "Hehe, don't worry, if I have this confidence, then I also have this ability."

After saying that, Chu Chen pointed to the empty space next to them, and two bags of rice appeared out of thin air on the empty space.

Immediately afterwards, with another finger, three gleaming steel knives appeared on the open ground.

This action completely terrified the three people in front of them.

Almost simultaneously, the three of them knelt before Chu Chen, trembling, saying, "We pay our respects to the Immortal!"