This situation was common in gathering places for suicide bombers.
The ostracized fellow, who wanted to do something to resist, dragged his wounded body after his failure, with an inextinguishable light of sorrow in his eyes, as if he had transformed into a wounded beast and was heading into the deeper forest.
Find a secluded corner where no one is around, and lick your wounds while enduring hunger and thirst.
He secretly vowed that one day he would slit the other person's throat.
The young man who had tried to snatch the lamb leg was now limping toward the woods.
The laughter and curses behind him almost materialized, piercing his spine again and again, crushing what little dignity he had left.
His eyes burned with the fire of hatred.
However, the fire was so weak that it was far from enough to ignite a massive fire.
Almost everyone who was ostracized had such a fire burning in their eyes.
But this time, their attempt was met with such humiliation, and for countless others who wanted to seize it, their fate was already clear.
Those who wanted to make a move were now filled with fear.
It subtly retracted its claws.
The strong get stronger, and the weak perish.
Jiangcheng learned this lesson.
Given the current situation, the two potential heirs have clearly divided their numerous chambers of commerce and associations. Even these reclusive assassins have noticed the situation and are either being instructed or consciously choosing sides.
The power of the collective is immense.
Those who have found refuge begin to reject outsiders.
Jiang Cheng, who had been sitting on the rock, suddenly jumped up.
He walked straight toward that top-tier group, carrying a Japanese steel sword in his hand, dragging the sword on the ground and leaving a long trail.
At this moment, almost everyone noticed him.
Because walking past without any warning would be quite terrifying for others.
There were so many small groups in the open space, and almost none of them would have imagined that the starving and marginalized would offend the team under Lord Demuresh.
They were all brave and skilled warriors.
Each of them had more than a dozen lives on their hands.
Their ferocity and menacing presence were far beyond what the other, more inexperienced teams could match.
"Isn't this the young master from the Mingling family? What's he up to?"
"What young master? He's nothing but a stray dog!"
"This guy, could he be thinking of... stealing food from Takeru Hosaki???"
"Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare! I'd kill him with one stab!"
"Even though the Mingling family has fallen on hard times, it's not certain that anyone would dare to kill them..."
"You're overthinking it. No matter what his previous identity was, here he's just a sickly, useless dog. Let's see how Lord Hosaki teaches him a lesson."
In this village, Demhu Springstone is like a god. Many people consider it a glorious thing to be loyal to him, not only because of his noble status, but also because he treats his subordinates very well.
More than a dozen Group A suicide squad members.
If judged solely by ability, Takeru Hosaki would be among the top three.
In Xiayi Village, almost everyone has heard of him.
He is ruthless and decisive in his actions, leaving no room for compromise, and is particularly bloodthirsty!
Right now, Hosaki Takeru, with his samurai-style hair tied up and a rugged appearance, is holding a piece of burlap in one hand and a sword in the other, meticulously tidying up his fine blade. He seems to completely disregard Jiang Cheng, who is approaching.
Some people couldn't wait to see Mingling Ye chopped into pieces and thrown into the lake to feed the fish, adding another layer of bloodshed to today's bonfire.
Jiang Cheng walked to the group of people, his knife pointing at the lamb leg, his face calm and composed.
Why shouldn't I get to eat?
His tone was calm and unhurried, showing no sign of nervousness, even though there were countless eyes watching.
Who do you think you are? Get lost!
Suddenly, a muscular man jumped out from the side and shouted something in a rough voice.
This roar shook the mountains and forests.
Even the birds in the treetops suddenly took flight, startled, and soared into the sky.
"I'm not deaf, why are you yelling at me?"
Jiang Cheng frowned, as if he found the other person particularly impolite.
It's just meant to scare children.
The burly man was extremely ugly, with a scar on his face that ran down from his brow bone. He would appear on a rainy night if he wore a straw hat, hemp clothing, and a sword at his waist.
It would immediately cause the children who were watching to scatter and run away.
It might have a hint of a terrifying rainy night.
"You're not afraid of death, are you? Then I'll chop you down with one stroke!!" The man shoved the person next to him, sending him tumbling several times on his backside, and drew the black iron knife from the other man's waist.
Pointing to Jiangcheng's head.
"slow……"
A deep voice rang out as Hosaki Takeru wiped his sword.
This caused the man to stop moving abruptly.
He seemed quite wary and quickly turned his head away.
"What are your instructions, Your Excellency?"
"He wants to eat it, so just give it to him."
Hosaki Takeru's words stunned everyone present.
Unexpectedly, this usually irritable big shot suddenly became so kind and even charitable.
“Since you have a knife in your hand, just cut off a piece at will. Once you’re here, we’re friends, Mr. Mingling.”
Hosaki Takeru stood up and said politely.
Sure enough, they are still somewhat wary of their noble status.
Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.
Even though the Mingling family is no longer as glorious as it once was, no longer controls the five continents, and has gradually drifted away from the orthodox Demu family, and is about to disappear into history as an insignificant speck of dust, a group of Mingling family rebels has always existed in the Sakura Country.
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