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Killing may be difficult for an ordinary person to accept. Even those with a tendency towards violence would hesitate when it comes to taking a life. For most people, except for those with special preferences or psychological issues, killing is almost a taboo.
However, this clearly does not exist in Ye Mingshang's dictionary.
In both his past and present lives, the number of lives lost at his hands is countless. To him, the lives of mortals are insignificant. Aside from his friends and family, others are like ants to him. Would you feel sorrow or pain over the death of an ant?
Would you intentionally step on a few ants you see by the roadside? Perhaps, but that would be in very rare circumstances. However, if an ant boldly crawled onto your body and attempted to attack you, you would naturally crush it without mercy.
These few pursuers are equivalent to ants for Ye Mingshang, and they are ants that wish to harm him. If an ant tries to hurt him, the result is naturally its demise.
It didn't take long because the forest was dense; he couldn't run too far without being seen, at most just over a hundred meters.
Before long, a few people slowly caught up. The one in front was the young man. Originally, the strong bald man led the way, but as they got closer, he slowed down and signaled for the young man to scout ahead. Eager and youthful, the young man was naturally willing to take the lead, and the bald man preferred to use such a reckless youth.
The young man swallowed hard, trying to calm his rapid heartbeat from running, taking several deep breaths of fresh air.
"Kid, weren't you fast? Why aren't you running anymore?" the young man said fiercely, glaring.
Ye Mingshang ignored him, turning his back and dismissing him.
Being ignored was undoubtedly unpleasant; the young man's eyebrows raised as if he were about to curse but then he changed his approach.
"I'll ask you a few questions. If you answer honestly, maybe my brothers will let you go."
Ye Mingshang remained silent. The young man didn't feel awkward; in his mind, it didn't matter whether the other party spoke or not.
"Since you're not talking, I'll take that as a yes. First question: Are you from another tribe?"
"Yes."
This time, there was no neglect. Ye Mingshang chose to respond, but it was just a single word. To the ant, he felt that even a sentence was unnecessary.
The young man did not expect such cooperation from the other party. He was slightly taken aback, then cleared his throat and continued, "The second question: Are you our enemy, that is, the Black Witch Cult?"
"Yes."
It was the same answer.
The young man's expression became somewhat serious, but thinking about how many people he had on his side, he felt no fear; instead, he was pleased. Since the other party admitted to being an enemy, as long as they captured him, a reward was guaranteed.
"The third question: Did you participate in the battle against Senra Hall and Asura Hall?" At this point, the young man's demeanor became more solemn.
"Yes."
Once again, it was a one-word answer, simple and straightforward. It caused the others to focus even more, as if the air itself had begun to tense up.
Gulugulu swallowed hard; the young man was about to continue questioning when the strong bald man behind him pushed him aside and stepped in front.
The young man gritted his teeth in anger. Although he was young, he wasn't foolish; he understood what the bald man was trying to do. The more he understood, the more he loathed him. He even thought about taking him out right then and there, but reason prevailed at that moment. Glancing at the glaring bald head, the young man felt a surge of determination.
"Don't let me catch you off guard; one day I will take you down!"
The Bald Man naturally had his back turned to him and was unaware of his thoughts. If he knew how heavy the other's feelings were, he might have eliminated him right there. After all, they were in a remote area, pursuing an enemy; some casualties would be considered normal. Moreover, if the other party's identity were true, he would earn great merit. Besides the reward money, there was a good chance he would get promoted. By then, even if it were proven that he secretly harmed a subordinate, no one would care.
However, all of this was merely a possibility; in reality, the Bald Man did not know what the other party was thinking and was completely unaware that he had become an object of deep resentment.
The Bald Man had great stamina; after running for so long, he wasn't even panting heavily. In fact, if he wanted to speed up, he could easily shake off several people. The reason he kept pace with them was due to his cautious nature—he feared ambushes from the enemy and also worried that if he wasn't strong enough to face them alone, having someone else around would provide some cover for a potential escape.
Although his personality was timid, he still appeared quite fierce. His leopard-like eyes glared coldly at the others as he unconsciously puffed out his chest and pulled in his stomach to make himself look taller and more imposing.
"He asked you three questions, and now I will ask you the last one." As he spoke, the bald man squinted his eyes, his expression growing more serious.
"How many people, including you, attacked Senra Hall and Asura Hall?"
This was the most important question. It was a small leader who got straight to the point with just one sentence. All the previous questions asked by the youth were almost irrelevant, merely verifying the identity of the other party. The bald man's question aimed to confirm the total number of participants in the attack, which was currently the most valuable and crucial information for the Black Witch Cult.
The atmosphere became even more oppressive as everyone widened their eyes, eagerly waiting for a response. Even the two Big Smokers later on were holding their breath, trying to focus intently to catch this vital piece of information.
With his back turned to them, Ye Mingshang showed no signs of unease. Although leaving his back exposed to enemies was dangerous, it depended on who they were. If they were qualified to harm him, he would not have done so; however, these obvious lackeys did not warrant his attention. Despite reminding himself not to underestimate his opponents, he found it hard to take these weaklings seriously when their combat power barely reached five.
In response to the question, Ye Mingshang chose to answer.
"Just me."
Upon hearing the answer, everyone let out a sigh of relief.
"So it's just you! You scared me; I thought there were many people," Pointed-Mouth Monkey-Face said as he patted his chest.
"Exactly! If there were many people, it would have been bad. Luckily, it's just you," another added.
For a moment, they had not fully processed the information and were relieved to have received an answer. Even the two Big Smokers felt fortunate that there was indeed only one person involved. (To be continued.)
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