"Hey, I'm telling you, if you lay down your weapons and surrender now, I can promise you that I'll dig a grave for you both after I die."

At least this way, your corpses won't be fed to those poisonous insects.

Upon hearing this, the two knew that there was no way to avoid it today.

When people are desperate, they want to take a gamble, even though they know they may not be able to win.

But isn't sitting and waiting to die the same as dying? Fighting for your life might offer a chance to survive.

Sundar did not reply, but quickly stepped back several paces, intending to remove the crossbow from his neck.

I definitely can't win in close combat. So I'll have to use arrows.

He coated the arrows with tree sap poison, so that if he even rubbed one against Cairnster, he would make Cairnster pay with his life, even if it meant his own death.

I'll vote for your mother!

His excited cursing had just begun, and the crossbow bolt had just been removed.

Before he could fully raise the crossbow bolt, he felt a tremendous force coming from below.

Cairnster's right toe had somehow found its way to the bottom of the crossbow bolt.

The crossbow bolt flew straight into the sky, and Sandar quickly tried to retreat.

But Cairnster, as a top assassin among special forces, is all about speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.

The moment he took a step back, Cairnster had already completed a quick and elegant turn.

At the same time, he delivered a back kick, striking Sandar squarely in the chest.

"Well!"

His chest felt like it had been hit by a hammer, and he flew two or three meters away, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

Completely incapacitated...

At the same time, Raj, knife raised high, quietly moved to Cairnster's right side, aimed at his neck, and plunged the knife in.

But Cairnster merely glanced at him coldly, standing motionless in place, showing no intention of avoiding him.

A pair of large hands suddenly reached upwards, and Raji's wrists instantly felt a sharp pain. It felt as if they had been firmly clamped by a pair of vises, leaving him completely unable to move.

When it came to their senses, they realized that those were Cairnster's hands.

Raji did not give up, and quickly drew another short dagger from his waist with his left hand.

But he had barely pulled it out, and hadn't even aimed where to stab it...

Then they saw that Cairnster's fist was almost within reach.

"Thump!"

A faint, muffled thud sounded, and Raji's vision went black. He felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness in the blink of an eye.

But Cairnster casually opened his left hand, and in less than half a second, the crossbow that had been kicked into the air earlier landed accurately in his palm.

This seemingly unfair one-on-two battle lasted less than 4 seconds from start to finish.

It's important to know that although Sundar and Raji weren't exactly martial arts experts, they had certainly committed plenty of murder and robbery to survive this long.

They are definitely much stronger than the average person.

But Cairnster didn't even flinch, his expression completely relaxed.

It's like... I just disciplined two disobedient children.

At this moment, he caressed the dark crossbow as if it were a priceless treasure.

He'd wanted this weapon for a long time.

In terms of power, this thing can't compare to his compound bow.

However, the crossbow has the advantage of high stability and long effective range, easily reaching over 100 meters.

Moreover, this thing makes very little noise when it is fired, making it difficult for the enemy to detect.

From the perspective of assassination alone, its role is far greater than that of a compound bow.

"ha!"

Just as they were enjoying themselves, Michelle's battle was also coming to an end.

Although she is a woman, she practices mixed martial arts and is in the 65kg weight class.

Their strength, skills, and ruthlessness are comparable to those of men.

There are no minor characters in Cairnster's team.

He delivered a high kick, striking Wilma squarely in the side of her face.

With a muffled groan, Wilma collapsed to the ground...

"Weren't you going to mess with me? What? Get up!"

Michelle was still not satisfied and kicked him in the stomach.

The hard toe of a jungle boot kicking your stomach is no fun.

Wilma almost vomited up all the jerky she had eaten that morning. She felt a sharp pain in her stomach and rolled around on the floor in agony.

But Michelle had no intention of letting him off the hook. She felt a deep-seated disgust for these Indians who had once tried to force-feed her milk.

"You lowly Indian trash! Get up! Don't you want to mess with me?"

"You dare to ambush me! I'll cripple you all! Fuck!"

She cursed and kicked him, and Wilma, in unbearable pain, had no choice but to beg for mercy.

"Big sister, I was wrong. I didn't mean to do it last time. Please forgive me. I will never do it again."

Fuck you!

Michelle kicked Wilma in the head, and he immediately passed out.

Cairnster slowly walked forward, yawning impatiently…

"Why not just kill him? Why go through all this trouble?"

"Killing them would be too lenient."

Michelle looked at the three people lying on the ground, a cruel sneer curling at the corner of her lips.

"If these lowly people who disrespect women are not castrated, who knows how many more animals will suffer in the future."

"Do me one more favor, Kane..."

"well……"

Cairnster sighed helplessly. He didn't like tormenting his opponents and always preferred a quick kill.

But nothing's happening now, and he's also incredibly disgusted by the Indians' disrespect towards the lizards.

Because he himself kept several lizards at home, he simply couldn't understand the behavioral logic of the Indians.

So he took out a large bundle of hemp rope from his bag, and Michelle stripped the three of them naked.

After that, they spent some time tying the three naked men to the trees one by one.

Then he took out a water bottle and splashed water on each of the three of them to wake them up.

The three of them, once they regained their senses, immediately understood their predicament.

When Sundar realized he was completely naked, he saw Michelle, who had already pulled out a dagger and was walking towards him with a sinister smile.

An ominous premonition suddenly made the hairs on his body stand on end.

"What...what do you want to do!?"

"Whoa...what are you doing?"

Michelle's smile grew even more sinister as the tip of the dagger pressed against his genitals.

“I have heard that in your Indian subcontinent, rape is not punished by law.”

Judging from how you ambushed me last time, you must have done this quite a few times before, right?

Today, I speak on behalf of the women, animals, and even car exhaust pipes that you have violated, demanding an explanation.

Upon hearing this, Sandar immediately understood her intention and was so frightened that his legs went weak.

If you can't even be a man anymore, what's the use of having a lot of money?

"Big sister! No! Don't be impulsive! I was wrong. Let's talk it over, okay?"

How about this, I'll give you all my equipment, and you'll spare me this time.

I promise I'll never cause you any more trouble, okay? Please, I'm begging you.