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"Spare me, great hero! I didn't recognize your greatness and have offended you. Please, show mercy and let me live!"
Lin Feng's lips curled into a faint smile as he spoke.
"Why should I spare you?"
The Third Leader's face turned pale, trembling as he stammered, "I... I have money."
"I don't want your money; I want your life."
Hearing this, the Third Leader nearly fainted from fear and hurriedly kowtowed.
Lin Feng looked at the kneeling Third Leader and pondered for a moment. "Tell me about your bandit situation."
The Third Leader's body trembled slightly as he quickly replied, "My nickname is Gou Sheng Er. I'm... I'm twenty years old and used to be a bandit! Currently, in our bandit group, I'm ranked third."
Before the Third Leader could finish, Lin Feng's expression suddenly darkened, and he shouted angrily, "What are you doing here? Stop rambling and get to the point!"
As he spoke, Lin Feng raised his hand and delivered a sharp slap to Gou Sheng Er's head.
Gou Sheng Er winced in pain, his head snapping forward as he nearly fell to the ground. He dared not delay any longer and quickly answered, "Great sir, please spare me! Our bandit hideout is just a few miles away on a mountain. Besides the ten or so brothers we lost today, there are still about ten people left in our group. But don’t worry; most of them are just ordinary lackeys with no real skills."
Upon hearing this, Lin Feng narrowed his eyes and continued to probe, "Are there any martial artists? What’s their strength?"
Gou Sheng Er quickly nodded and bowed low in response, "In our bandit group, there's only one martial artist—Big Boss. His name is Jin Heizi, and he's a master at the martial artist level!"
"Hmph, just a mere martial artist," Lin Feng said dismissively.
The Third Leader looked at Lin Feng in terror, not daring to make any moves.
Time passed slowly as the surroundings fell into a deep silence.
After what felt like an eternity, Old Zhang stood frozen in place like a wooden statue before finally snapping back to reality.
He stared wide-eyed, horrified by the gruesome scene before him.
Lying on the ground were more than a dozen bandits, sprawled in disarray, each covered in wounds of various sizes, blood gushing from their bodies like a fountain. The crimson pool formed a glaring stain on the earth, and the air was thick with the acrid scent of blood.
Faced with such a bloody and terrifying sight, Old Zhang felt his stomach churn violently.
Ugh! Ugh!
He couldn't help but double over, retching violently. At the same time, two others nearby were equally pale with fear, turning away to vomit uncontrollably.
After a while, Old Zhang finally began to feel somewhat better. Just then, Lin Feng approached him and asked, "Old Zhang, how are you feeling now? If you can recover a bit, we need to deal with these guys quickly."
Hearing this, Old Zhang still felt shaken and stammered in response, "W-what should we do?"
Lin Feng glanced at him expressionlessly and calmly instructed, "First, find a place to dig a large pit. Then gather some firewood to burn all these bodies. Finally, bury them in the pit."
After saying this, he turned to Gou Sheng Er nearby, raising an eyebrow as he asked, "Third Leader, do you want to come over and lend a hand?"
Gou Sheng Er had been keeping his distance but flinched at Lin Feng's call. He quickly shook his head and replied tremulously, "I-I think I'll pass."
As he spoke, he cast a fearful glance at Lin Feng, seemingly afraid that the latter might suddenly turn on him.
Seeing this reaction, Lin Feng's expression darkened instantly. He barked sharply, "Stop wasting time! Get to work! If you keep dragging your feet, I’ll knock out every single one of your front teeth!"
It was just a scare tactic; dealing with someone who feared strength required using their own methods against them. Though reluctant, Gou Sheng Er complied with Lin Feng's instructions.
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