Yi Mu walked up to the driver and glanced at him twice.

This person is a fence-sitter, always swaying from side to side, leaning towards whichever side offers the most benefits; he has absolutely no principles.

"I heard you guys discussing some supply convoy first thing this morning. What, you want to split up?"

He never interfered in anything within the team, and compared to the authority of Fan Yang and Qi Zhen, no one was afraid of him at all.

The young woman who spoke said righteously, "We don't want to go to the Grand League, so we want Deng Zhi to give us some supplies, and then we'll go our separate ways."

Yi Mu turned to look at her, his face displaying a perfectly timed mockery: "Whether you go to the Grand Alliance or not is nobody's business, but as for supplies, sorry, what right do you have to ask for them?"

The woman rolled her eyes at him, and with a sudden surge of confidence, she yelled, "I'm not talking to you. Go ahead and call Deng Zhi over."

Yi Mu scanned her up and down as if she were a potato, cabbage, or carrot that didn't know its own limitations.

"Who do you think you are, jumping around like that? A lackey should act like a lackey. Your master hasn't said anything, so what are you doing jumping around like that?"

If Yi Mu wanted to satirize someone, he could demote that person to the depths of a ditch.

The woman's face turned pale with anger at his words, and she pointed at him, unable to speak.

I didn't care if she died. I walked up to the silent elite man and clapped my hands with a smile.

"This is the first time I've ever met someone as remarkable as you."

He circled the elite man, praising him repeatedly.

"Using someone else to do your dirty work, that's a brilliant move. You're completely innocent in all of this. You only analyzed the pros and cons, didn't you? You didn't participate in the decision-making at all, leaving it all to these stupid people. Once they're all left, they'll be completely at your mercy."

Even after the mask was removed, the elite man still refused to admit that he was the troublemaker, looking completely innocent and wronged.

"What are you saying? I don't understand a word of it."

Yi Mu smiled and nodded at him: "It's okay if you don't understand."

He drew a gun from behind his waist, pressed it against the elite man's head, and pulled the trigger.

A gunshot startled the birds perched in the trees and the onlookers.

On the second floor, the few people who were observing the situation were also startled.

Qi Zhen cursed.

Fan Yang raised an eyebrow, not expecting Yi Mu to have such a tough side.

He thought Yi Mu was a coward who could tolerate anything.

Fifth Uncle and Xiao Jie are the people who have the least right to speak here.

They were also the most surprised, never expecting that Yi Mu, who usually had little presence, would suddenly make such a splash.

Of the group, Deng Zhi was the most composed.

Her expression was complicated, anticipating that after this incident, Yi Mu would probably never hide his true nature again.

The elite man died instantly; his brains, mixed with blood, spilled all over the ground.

Some people who couldn't handle it vomited right then and there.

Pregnant women often look the worst; they feel nauseous but can't vomit, and their faces turn blue from holding it in.

Yi Mu swung the gun in his hand, pointing it at the large group of people standing in front of him.

Those who were clamoring to part ways just a moment ago are now standing silently, like quails with their heads tucked in.

After nearly three years of pent-up frustration, Yi Mu finally let out his anger.

He looked up at the second floor where the curtains were swaying, and said coldly to the group in front of him, "You have two choices: either continue with the convoy, or stay here and we'll give you some supplies."

He stepped aside and pointed to the fresh corpses on the ground. "Those who went with the convoy, stand over here. Those who stayed behind, stand over there."

No one moved; everyone was afraid that if they chose the wrong side, a bullet would be their fate.

Yi Mu, expressionless, counted out: "Ten, nine..."