Chapter 20: Stop talking nonsense and hand over the money. (Page 1/2)

Under the cover of night, perhaps because the surroundings became too quiet, Gold Tooth Klein instinctively felt something was wrong.

He lifted the quilt, pushed away the naked big-butt woman on him, then stood up from the bed, walked quickly to the table, picked up the axe he used most conveniently, and looked out the window with a somewhat vigilant expression.

Gold Tooth Klein was able to go from an ordinary farmer to a bandit leader. In addition to his strong body, his natural caution also played a big role.

The woman he had pushed away shrank back and asked timidly,

"Master Klein, what's wrong? What happened?"

Hearing the woman's question, Gold Tooth Klein grinned, revealing two rows of dirty yellow teeth, and then threatened,

"Shut up, stay still, it's none of your business!"

After that, he squinted his eyes, quietly opened the door a crack, and then looked outside the door where only the light of the oil lamp was, and tentatively shouted,

"Brut! Tran! Are you there?"

Buffalo Brut and Sharp Mouth Tran were two of his more trusted men, who lived next door. Usually, as long as he shouted a few times, these two people would definitely run over.

But tonight, he shouted three or four times in a row, and not only did these two people not answer, but even the other bandits did not respond.

This strange phenomenon immediately gave Gold Tooth Klein a bad idea.

However, before he could think of what to do next, suddenly, a slight sound of footsteps came into his ears.

Then, with a loud bang, Gold Tooth Klein felt as if the wooden door he was holding was hit by a running buffalo. With a slight sound of wood breaking, he and his body were knocked back several steps by the sudden opening of the wooden door. While

he was falling back, a sturdy young man wearing a blood-red linen gown, handsome but somewhat immature, walked in with a blood-stained sword.

Seeing the stranger break into the room, the woman lying on the bed screamed instinctively.

But Frank didn't care about her. Instead, he kicked the bandit leader's arm, kicked the axe in his hand away, and then stepped hard on his chest with one foot. The sharp blade was directly against his throat, as if it was about to pierce it at any time.

"Are you the leader of this group of bandits?"

"Now, I'll give you a chance to speak. Answer my questions honestly."

"Otherwise, I'll cut your throat."

In the past six months, Gold Tooth Klein has taken many lives, and he has become more courageous.

Facing the sharp blade on his neck, looking up at the somewhat immature face above his head, he did not show too much fear, but showed his big yellow teeth and asked in a rough voice:

"Shit, kid, do you think I'm afraid of death?"

"I have many brothers. We will catch you and torture you severely later."

Hearing that the bandit leader not only did not answer his questions, but was also very arrogant and talked nonsense there.

Frank did not indulge his bad habits, and kept his word directly, not giving Gold Tooth Klein a chance to react.

He wiped the iron sword in his hand hard and directly cut the throat of the bandit leader. Along with the screams of the woman on the bed, warm blood sprayed out, dyeing Frank's clothes red again.

"Shut up and stop shouting."

"Put on your clothes and tell me where these robbers hid their money?"

After assassinating more than 20 robbers in the dark and playing Assassin's Creed, Frank felt a little numb to killing and just wanted to get the spoils he deserved as soon as possible.

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