The girl ran away.
They appeared out of thin air, and then vanished into the vast, dark forest.
But the broken blade was still stuck in the snow, emitting wisps of cold air.
The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone was stunned.
Wang Kui and his gang of thugs, in particular, were stunned, frozen in place as if struck by lightning, their minds buzzing.
Their greatest asset, that ruthless little vixen... just ran away like that?
They were scared away by a gunshot?
How terrifying must the person who fired that shot be?
The reason they dared to be so arrogant, and the reason they listened to a young girl, was because she promised to lead them to a "miracle drug" in this village that could bring them a lifetime of wealth and glory.
Now that their leader has left, their empty promises have vanished like a fart in the cold wind.
The bandit leader, Wang Kui, looked ashen-faced.
He knew better than anyone that without the girl's unpredictable and terrifying martial prowess, his position as the mountain chieftain was nothing but an empty shell.
Now, he is facing alone this god-like man before him, and a deadly black gun in the distance that could blow his head off at any moment.
He felt his calves shaking uncontrollably.
"No...don't kill me!"
The one-eyed thug who was closest to Qin Ye saw his cold, emotionless eyes sweep over him and his mental defenses crumbled instantly.
With a thud, he dropped the machete, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the snow, raising his hands high, his voice trembling with tears:
"Don't kill me! I surrender! I surrender! It was that little vixen who forced us to do it! It has nothing to do with me!"
With one person taking the lead, how could the rest dare to stand up for themselves?
They were a group of desperate people bound by self-interest; what loyalty could they possibly have?
"Clang!"
"Clang, clang!"
The sounds of machetes, shotguns, shovels, and various other weapons hitting the ground rose and fell in quick succession. In just over ten seconds, all the remaining thugs threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground in a rush, burying their heads low, fearing that the unseen sniper would send them to their deaths at any moment.
"We surrender! We all surrender!"
"Hero, spare my life!"
The once fierce and arrogant bandits have now all turned into cowards who kowtow and pound garlic.
A bloody battle ended in such a dramatic way.
The Tibetan men hiding in the dilapidated house were excited, their eyes red, and they were about to step forward to take revenge, but Qin Ye raised his hand to stop them.
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