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Join the ranks.
John looked disdainfully at the corpse on the ground. If it hadn't been for the sneak attack on him, perhaps he could have considered recruiting this Half-Step Transcendent. Unfortunately, he was ultimately unworthy of attention.
Not lingering on the dead body, John raised his head to observe the panicked bandits.
Come on, you’re bandits! Where’s your ferocity? Where’s your bloodthirsty desire?
The bandits present dared not show such a demeanor; they could see their leader lying peacefully on the ground, sleeping soundly, with even his face missing.
Boring. Let’s give you a chance. Form the second Hundred-Man Team!
With the command given, a portion of the soldiers surrounding the bandits instinctively formed a Formation, standing in five rows before John, their backs to him, weapons aimed at the group of bandits.
John nodded in satisfaction and delivered the same message to the bandits that he had just given to their Bandit Leader.
Here is a new recruit from my Hundred-Man Team. You will engage in a fight with him. If you survive, congratulations—you will have washed away your sins and become free men. If you fail, there is only one fate awaiting you: death!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Under the command of the Centurion, the Hundred-Man Team formed three long lines and advanced towards the bandits amidst shouts.
A chilling aura surged towards the bandits' heads.
Fight? What can we fight with? The ones at the front could only think of their hands holding pieces of food from KFC and McDonald's, suddenly recalling their youthful days running under the sunset—those were memories of lost youth.
Decisively dropping their weapons just before being pierced by spears, they quickly knelt down, prostrating themselves. They didn’t want to die; they had only recently graduated from being trainee bandits and didn’t wish to meet their end just yet.
Stab!
Kill!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Oh my God, my kidneys!
Do you dare challenge me like a real man?
Shameless! Stabbing me with such a long spear!
So long, so exhilarating!
Dismounting, John walked through the blood-soaked camp, covering his mouth and nose with his hand as he looked around in disgust. It truly was difficult to transition from luxury to frugality; now he found himself increasingly intolerant of such a filthy environment.
"My lord, we have checked everything. Aside from a few robbers who were about to fight but then knelt down, there are no others left."
Listening to the report from Master, John quickly walked out of the place. He had no desire to stay in such a location.
"Take care of this area properly. We can't afford to have any undead show up. Also, see if there are any valuables around. And remember to strip everything off the dead."
"Rest assured, my lord, I will handle it."
"Yes, I trust you to do so."
John had a fair amount of trust in Master. He was decent-looking and handled affairs quite well, unlike that fool.
"Cough, cough. How did I choke on a lamb leg? It seems my mouth is too big. No, I need to chew slowly; that way, it's less likely to get stuck."
Once he reached outside the camp, it felt much better; the smell of blood had diminished significantly. He walked over to a nearby stream, set up his fishing rod, and began to fish. Balancing work and leisure was what life was all about.
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