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The man nodded, "That's right. I've heard that the battle was extremely brutal; the entire faction was slaughtered, and not a single person survived."
"So ruthless? What kind of enemy has the Black Witch Cult provoked to be this formidable?!" The man was shocked, dropping the peanuts he was holding.
"Who knows? But the lives and deaths of those Fellows have nothing to do with us. As long as we survive, it doesn't matter who wins or loses."
Listening to the conversations around him, Ye Mingshang began to understand the current situation. His destruction of the Shinra Shura factions had already come to the attention of the Black Witch Cult, and it seemed that the news had spread widely, even reaching these commoners.
After waiting for half an hour without finding any useful information, Ye Mingshang settled his bill and left. As soon as he stepped outside, he noticed someone following him. Without turning around or exposing them, he deliberately slowed his pace to allow them to keep up while he slowly made his way deeper into the forest.
Not far behind him, several men dressed in Miao attire cautiously followed. At first glance, they appeared to be ordinary Miao men, but upon closer inspection, one could see that their skin was unusually pale, the kind that comes from long periods without sunlight. Additionally, their muscles were much more toned than average, and their clothing was tightly wrapped around them. Despite the warm weather prompting others to wear lighter clothes, they were bundled up tightly—not for warmth but seemingly to avoid sunlight.
One of the men with a pointed face and yellowish skin sneered and said to his companions, "Hehe! This Fellow actually ran into the forest. Does he think he's discovered us?"
Another companion, who looked average but was also quite thin, scoffed and replied, "If he really discovered us, would he dare run into an isolated area? He must either have absolute confidence or be a complete idiot."
"We haven't concealed our whereabouts; it's quite possible he has noticed us. However, since he's leading us into the forest, it seems like he wants to take us all out at once," said a younger man with a gloomy expression.
"Regardless of whether he has noticed us or not, we Brothers are not pushovers. We've been lying low for days and finally see a living person. Whether he's an enemy of those two factions or not, we need to investigate. If we stumble upon a treasure and earn a reward, we can enjoy ourselves," said a slightly taller and sturdier Bald Man.
As soon as the mention of enjoyment came up, the pointed-faced youth's eyes lit up with excitement as he lewdly chuckled, "Hehe! That sounds great! It's been months since I touched a woman; my little brother can hardly stand it."
"Hahaha! With your physique, you might as well give up. Don't die on some woman's bed," the young man said rudely.
"Hahaha!" The crowd burst into laughter.
Ye Mingshang, who was walking ahead, noticed that the few people behind him no longer hid their presence. Instead, they were chatting and laughing, and even with an ordinary person's hearing, he could clearly hear their conversation, which made him smirk coldly.
"Looks like they think I'm an easy target. This feeling is quite unpleasant. Since you all are no longer hiding, I have no reason to hold back," Ye Mingshang thought to himself as he slightly quickened his pace. He moved at a speed comparable to an ordinary person's run, but it appeared as if he was still just walking, covering five or six meters with each step.
"Hey! Don't go too far! This attitude seriously affects my dignity as a man," Sharp-Mouthed Monkey-Faced Man said angrily.
"So that's your excuse for being premature? Three-second man~"
"Hahaha!"
"Alright, stop the noise! Can't you see we're about to lose sight of him?" the burly man, presumably the leader, scolded.
Only then did the others look ahead and see that the target, who had been walking at a leisurely pace not far away, had suddenly sped up and was about to disappear from view in just a few breaths.
"Damn! He's running so fast, can we still catch up?!" Sharp-Mouthed Monkey-Faced Man exclaimed.
"What are you talking about? Even if we can't catch up, we have to chase! We can't just give up now!"
"Damn it! For the reward money, I'm going all out!"
Thinking of the reward money, the group put all their effort into charging forward. Even if they couldn't catch up to their target, they were determined to be at the front, using every ounce of strength they had.
After running for five minutes, several people were already gasping for breath, especially the two thin ones, who were panting heavily as if their lungs were about to burst. It wasn't that they were too weak; although their stamina wasn't great, running for five minutes shouldn't have exhausted them this much. The main reason was that they had been sprinting at full speed for almost the entire duration.
It felt almost like a curse; no matter how fast they ran, their target always stayed just out of reach, appearing and disappearing intermittently, neither closing the distance nor leaving them behind. This situation resembled an antelope toying with a wolf—clearly capable of escaping but choosing to dangle hope in front of them while remaining just out of grasp, making them feel they could catch up until they exhausted themselves completely.
Watching the young target walk leisurely yet swiftly in the distance, the group was already cursing internally. The two frail ones were on the verge of giving up, while the younger one relied on his youth and strength, and the muscular one was fit from regular exercise. However, even for these two, continuous sprints for five minutes were becoming unbearable.
Finally, just as they were about to collapse and consider giving up, their elusive target unexpectedly stopped.
"Ha... ha... why did that guy stop?" the younger one gasped.
"Who knows? Maybe he's tired. After all, anyone would struggle to keep going at this pace," replied the muscular bald man, still managing to catch his breath but feeling quite frustrated.
As for the two thin ones, resembling Big Smoker, they were utterly exhausted, breathing like bellows and lacking any strength to speak.
Unbeknownst to them, they had already distanced themselves from civilization; after five minutes of full-speed running, they had covered nearly two kilometers. They had ventured deep into the forest where few people ever went, especially at mealtime.
Seeing this location, Ye Mingshang felt quite satisfied. The forest was dense with century-old trees that required two people to embrace fully. The branches were thick and intertwined like umbrellas, blocking out the bright sunlight.
Dark and desolate, it was indeed a perfect place for murder and disposing of bodies.
Standing still without looking back, Ye Mingshang quietly waited. His face was expressionless—neither happy nor sad—in his eyes; these fellows were already dead. (To be continued.)
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