For a moment, the surrounding bandits all started to make a fuss excitedly. They shouted loudly, and there were women's screams and insults at times. The two men who were fighting each other also gradually lost their minds in this noisy environment. Their eyes became red, and they seemed to have forgotten where they were.
To survive, for the sake of my family!
Then, at this moment, a burst of gunfire suddenly rang out, and the surroundings became chaotic. Some bandits pulled out their guns and fired back, but it was of no use. The two people who were fighting suddenly felt something hit them hard on the head, and then their bodies seemed to have lost support, and they collapsed to the ground one after another.
The bandit leader, holding a pistol, looked at the large number of soldiers pouring in and his face suddenly changed. He cursed and yelled, then turned and began to flee. He turned left and right in the village, running in panic, trying to escape through the back door.
Finally, he saw the exit not far ahead, and with a burst of joy in his heart, he quickly quickened his pace and rushed towards it. However, just as he was about to step out of the exit, a cold pistol was pressed against his forehead.
The bandit leader's body trembled violently. He raised his head in horror and saw a gloomy-faced man standing in front of him with the black muzzle of a gun pointed at his head. Yan Qi's cold face gradually emerged from the darkness.
When he came in through the back door with the bandit leader, he was shocked by the scene before him.
The elegant-looking Fang Zhiyi, dressed in a blue shirt and holding a long spear that gleamed with cold light, sat quietly on a pile of more than a dozen corpses. His expression was terrifyingly indifferent.
Around him, corpses lay scattered about, blood staining the ground red, forming shocking pools of blood. Soldiers were frantically searching for possible survivors, and shouts could be heard continuously.
Yan Qi, who considered himself to be iron-blooded, couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine when faced with Fang Zhiyi's icy gaze. That look was not human.
Yan Qi shook his head, wondering if he was too nervous.
Fortunately, Fang Zhiyi finally stood up. He took slow steps, each one seeming incredibly heavy. After just a few steps, he was in front of the bandit leader. He gently patted his cheek with his palm and said in a calm, frightening voice, "You're the boss, right?"
Although the bandit leader was so frightened that his face turned pale, he still forced himself to remain calm and said stubbornly: "You can kill me or chop me up as you please! I have a big scar on my head! After eighteen years, I will be a brave man again!"
Fang Zhiyi smacked his lips and said, "You don't have much culture." He glanced at Yan Qi, who hesitated for a moment and ordered, "Let them in!"
The bandit leader was a little confused. Who else?
But when he saw the people coming in from the village gate, his original calmness had completely faded.
"Look, is this the guy?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
Suddenly, several of the twenty or so men rushed forward and said, "That's him! I'd recognize him even if he turned to ash! He's the one who killed my whole family!"
"He shot my eye blind! If I hadn't pretended to be dead, the grass on my grave would be very tall!"
The bandit leader looked at these people and listened to what they said, and his fear increased sharply.
As the remaining survivors were found, they were tied to stakes.
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