With Wang Zheng remaining silent, the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

At this moment, the only one among the group of traitors who hadn't spoken was getting anxious when he saw that Wang Zheng was just frowning and not asking any more questions.

Chinese soldiers always keep their word, and he was still hoping to recover his health.

So they rushed to add to it.

"Actually, we are nothing special. Besides us, many more powerful companions have entered China from the Peacock King's territory. Their purpose is to create chaos, supposedly to prepare for a future attack."

Wang Zheng's expression changed slightly. He hadn't known there were so many intricacies involved, so he continued to ask:

"How long has this been going on?"

This person was eager to answer in order to gain merit.

“We only joined the Lion King last year, but we heard that this policy has been in place for a long time, and we haven’t encountered any Chinese soldiers on the border for a long time. The last time was more than half a year ago.”

Hearing this person speak like that, Wang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Since so much time has passed, it's impossible that people in China don't know about this news. The principal mentioned before that many adventurers from Hongsawaddy were smuggling themselves in; he was probably referring to these people who were sent in to cause trouble.

Wang Zheng then asked a lot of questions, but since he hadn't studied professional interrogation, he just asked whatever came to mind. Before long, he felt that he had learned a lot more about the dire international situation at the border.

He thought to himself that he would report this information when he got back, whether it was useful or not, at least he should let Old Man Chu know and let him report it.

After thoroughly questioning these people, Wang Zheng was at a loss for what else to ask, so he decided to end this unprofessional interrogation.

Next, it's time to continue farming spiritual energy.

So Wang Zheng asked calmly, "One last question: how many Chinese people have you killed?"

The group of people, who were eagerly waiting for Wang Zheng to continue asking questions, did not expect him to suddenly ask such a serious question.

The four fell silent immediately, none of them wanting to answer this truly deadly question. Three of the team members turned their gazes toward the middle-aged man who was leading the group.

One of them even spoke up, saying, "We all came later; only the captain was the first to join the Lion King's ranks."

The middle-aged man who was in charge glared at the other person, knowing he couldn't avoid it any longer. He was secretly glad he hadn't tried anything funny, and then stammered:

"I...I don't remember either, there should have been only a few people...very few people come here, usually...you hardly ever run into anyone, and..."

"And you remember how many slices of bread you've eaten, right?"

Wang Zheng interrupted his obviously exaggerated lie with a gloomy face.

The middle-aged man was immediately terrified and hurriedly tried to explain:

"No, no, no, how could that be... I didn't mean that, I meant..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Zheng thrust the long sword in his hand into the chests of his three men.

The wails of the group immediately stopped the leader from speaking, interrupting his continued fabrication of lies.

Even if the four human sticks had regained some spiritual energy, their ability to resist was negligible, not to mention the huge gap in strength between them and Wang Zheng.

It has to be said that Wang Zheng's knife skills are absolutely terrible; he even managed to miss the mark when stabbing these immobile targets.

It looks decent, but there's no fatal wound anywhere.

Perhaps he did it on purpose...

Seeing his underlings hacked to pieces and screaming in agony, the middle-aged leader was drenched in cold sweat from fright.

After seeing Wang Zheng attack his own men without hesitation, he suppressed his fear and roared:

"You...you...you are not worthy of being a Chinese soldier, you broke your word!"

Liar! Demon! You deceived us; you must keep your promise!

Watching the middle-aged man's excited performance, Wang Zheng remained completely calm, curling his lip in disdain before slowly saying:

"Huh!? Where did I lie to you?"

I just said I'd let him go if someone reported him, but none of you reported him. Who am I lying to?

Lacking both ability and intelligence, no wonder he couldn't even choose a leader, hahaha!!!

Before he finished speaking, Wang Zheng kicked all three of them into the swamp.

Wang Zheng smiled broadly as he watched the bloodsucking flies swarm in and begin to feed on their blood and flesh.

Hearing the chilling, terrifying screams and incomprehensible curses from afar, Wang Zheng felt a surge of pleasure.

"You did the same thing when you tortured our Chinese soldiers, didn't you? An eye for an eye, did you ever think you'd end up like this?"

I saw him slowly walking towards me, carrying a bloodstained longsword in one hand.

The middle-aged man who was leading the group was so frightened that he couldn't speak, even though he had already considered the possibility that he might not survive today.

However, because of the other party's identity as a Chinese soldier, he still held a sliver of hope, thinking that perhaps the other party could keep their promise, after all, the image of Chinese soldiers was already well-known abroad.

He just didn't expect that this young man, despite claiming to be a Chinese soldier, would act so recklessly and audaciously.

Perhaps from the moment he dared to cross the border directly, I should have realized that the boy's words were not to be trusted.

After all, he said he wasn't a good person.