After Zhao Hu successfully practiced the three dark skills of the Dark Eye, Dark Spear, and Invisibility, he asked Zhao An to buy a ticket to the Chaos Land, while he wandered on the Harbor Street with a relaxed look on his face.

"Stop! Do you have any kingly law in your mind? You actually commit crimes in the bright sun. Do you want to spend your old age in prison?"

Zhao Hu was strolling on the street and saw more than a dozen servants in gray robes beat up a seven or eight-year-old beggar under the command of a brocade robe butler. His head heated up and he stopped him loudly.

More than a dozen servants who were beating the little beggar heard Zhao Hu's loud shouting, immediately stopped their movements, turned their eyes to the butler in brocade robe, and asked for his opinion.

The butler in a brocade robe looked at Zhao Hu carefully. Seeing that he was wearing high-quality silk clothes, he subconsciously thought he was the prince of the noble family, so he said politely: "Is this young master Gao's name?"

"Zhao Hu!"

Zhao Hu said casually, and quickly walked to the little beggar, pulled him up from the ground, took out a clean white silk scarf from his arms, and wiped the blood from his face.

"Zhao Hu."

The brocade butler chewed in his mouth for a while, searching hard in his mind whether there were any nobles named Zhao in Haikou Port that he could not afford to offend him.

After searching all the nobles in Haikou Port that could not be offended in his mind, he did not find the powerful and powerful surnamed Zhao, the face of the brocade-robed butler relaxed and looked up at Zhao Hu.

Suddenly, he saw Zhao Hu wiping the blood on the face of a white silk scarf with a look of concern, and even more certain of his guess. Zhao Hu was just a rich child at most and could not be a powerful young man at all, because all the powerful young men would not use the scarf on his body to help a deceased person wipe the blood and make his body dirty.

The Jinpao Butler, who had a judgment in his heart, immediately looked at Zhao Hu with a pair of sinister eyes and threatened loudly: "Zhao Hu, I advise you not to care about the Wang family's other people's affairs, otherwise, don't blame us for being rude to you!"

Zhao Hu, who was originally angry because of the injuries on the little beggar, heard that the brocade-robed butler dared to threaten him in full view of the street, and immediately wanted to scold him.

Just when Zhao Hu wanted to get angry and argue with the other party, the little beggar quickly pulled him with his little hand and said timidly: "Brother, you'd better leave quickly. They are all from the Wang family, so fierce!"

After looking at the timid and pitiful little beggar, Zhao Hu shook his head gently at him, and made a secret decision in his heart that he had to take care of the idiot today. Would he, the young master of Zhao Family Fort, be afraid that a small noble housekeeper would not be able to do so?

Seeing that Zhao Hu turned aside his threats, the brocade robe housekeeper was angry, his eyes flashed with a cold light, and his hands waved, "Beat this ungrateful guy, as long as he doesn't beat him to death."

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As soon as the brocade robe's butler finished his voice, he saw ten strong gray servants, who rushed towards Zhao Hu with a smile on his face.

Bang! With a crisp sound, Zhao Hu hit a grey-robed servant hard in the face of a grey-robed servant, knocking him to the ground, and with a left hook, knocking another grey-robed servant to the ground.

After Zhao Hu accidentally hit two gray-clothed servants, he was swept across, screamed, fell to the ground, and kicked more than a dozen big feet continuously at his body.

Feeling the severe pain of more than a dozen big feet kicking on his body, Zhao Hu hugged his head with both hands and let out a shrill scream. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. The other party was so fierce, why didn't he use the dark skills to kill him? Now he was knocked to the ground and could not use the dark skills to counterattack.

"Bad guy! I'll beat you to death!"

The little beggar on the side saw Zhao Hu being beaten by more than a dozen strong servants. He quickly ran to the side of the road, picked up a big stone with difficulty, and smashed it on the head of a gray-clothed servant. Suddenly, he saw a big hole in the head of the gray-clothed servant. He kept gushing out of it, making a shrill scream, and his eyes fell to the ground and died powerlessly.

Hearing the shrill screams of his companions, more than a dozen gray-clothed servants who were beating Zhao Hu were shocked, and quickly stopped their feet and turned back to look. Suddenly, they found the miserable appearance of the dead gray-clothed servant. Then they roared and fisted and kicked the little beggar without mercy.

When Zhao Hu, who was lying on the ground, saw that the little beggar was in danger in order to save him, his heart tightened. He didn't know the power from where he came. He quickly stood up, pushed a dozen gray-clothed servants away, hugged the bloody little beggar in his arms, and looked at the dozen gray-clothed servants with a grim smile with hatred.

Standing aside and watching the fun, the housekeeper of the brocade robe died when he saw that one of his servants had died. The little beggar was covered in blood and dying. He was not far from death. Zhao Hu was also bruised and swollen, covered in scars. He raised his right hand to stop the gray-clothed servant who wanted to continue besieging Zhao Hu and said, "Don't worry about them, let's go!"

Looking at the blood-ridden little beggar, Zhao Hu couldn't help but blame himself. If he hadn't forced himself to stand up, he would have been beaten up at most, and he would not have been in danger of life. If he had used the dark skill from the beginning, with his strength far beyond ordinary one-star disciples, how could he be beaten up by a group? He could not fight back, and how could he hurt the little beggar's hair?

The little beggar seemed to feel the thought in Zhao Hu's heart, touched Zhao Hu's cheek with his hand and said softly: "Big brother, please blame yourself. This may be my life."

Looking at the little beggar's increasingly pale face, Zhao Hu's right hand gently stroked his head, shook his head and said softly: "No, this is not your life. You have to remember one thing, my life is up to me, I am not as good as heaven."

After saying that, Zhao Hu carefully placed the little beggar on the ground, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and he looked at the departing housekeepers.

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The man shouted loudly: "Do you want to pat your butt and leave?"

At this time, Zhao Hu had already lost his mind under the stimulation of blood and the little beggar. He had only self-blame and resentment in his mind, and no trace of fear.

The housekeeper of Jinpao turned around and looked at Zhao Hu with resentment. He was familiar with human nature and immediately knew that the two sides had become big and had reached the point of life and death. So a cold light flashed in his eyes, and waved his hand and said to more than a dozen gray-clothed servants beside him: "Kill him and send him on the way."

Looking at the dozen gray-clothed servants who looked like a grim smile and who were weak and bullied as sheep, walked towards him quickly. A cold light flashed in Zhao Hu's eyes, and a cruel smile unconsciously hung on the corner of his mouth, and the faint source power in his body was quickly mobilized.

A black spear more than one meter long and emits a faint light appeared out of thin air. At its command, with the whistling wind, it turned into a black afterimage and shot towards a gray-clothed servant with a look of astonishment and fear.

Hiss! With a slight sound, the black spear landed extremely accurately on the chest of a servant who was rushing in front, and easily penetrated through his chest and continued to fly forward for more than ten meters before it dissipated due to exhausting energy, turning into light and disappearing into invisible.

The other dozen gray-clothed servants did not stop because of their companions' shrill screams. Instead, because of Zhao Hu's sudden outrage, they put away their contempt in their hearts, dispersed with caution, and accelerated the charge.

Seeing more than a dozen gray-clothed servants, they did not feel any fear because of the death of their companions, but instead accelerated their pace and charged towards him. A cold light flashed in Zhao Hu's eyes, and he quickly mobilized the faint dark source power in his body.

Suddenly, a dark spear with a faint light appeared out of nowhere, and with the sound of the whistling wind, it shot towards the bodies of more than a dozen gray-clothed servants, and passed through their chests like lightning, and opened a big hole in their bodies, making them fall to the ground without having time to scream, becoming a cold corpse.

After summoning more than a dozen dark spears in succession, Zhao Hu's weak dark source power was exhausted and he could not continue to summon the dark spear to attack. He could only watch the butler in the Jinyi escape and was powerless.

At this moment, a familiar figure swept through Zhao Hu's side quickly, and a cold sword light drew a graceful arc in the air, passing by the neck of the butler in the brocade clothes, cutting off his head.

"Brother Hu, are you okay?" Zhao An asked with a worried look after Zhao Hu, who was bruised and swollen, and his body was filled with anger and resentment.

Zhao An was originally an orphan, and a wandering child who was left to the streets, had no support and was humiliated. When he was about to be frozen to death on a cold snowy night, Zhao Hu's parents saved him and took him home to raise him as his biological son, gave him the same treatment as Zhao Hu, and sent him to Qinglong Academy to study.

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