Chapter 128 The henchman expelled from the bandit gang?
Seeing how cute the little dumpling was, Dang Xianghong said, "Come in."
Shen Wanjun has always liked little maids; perhaps hearing her voice will wake her up.
The little boy sat quietly beside Shen Wanjun, holding her hand and whispering, "Auntie Shen, please wake up and play with me."
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The nameless, desolate hills revealed their undulating and menacing outlines under the heavy darkness of night.
Using the faint light of day, Shen Kun and his group quietly made their way along the rugged mountain path.
Every now and then, the bare branches beneath my feet would crunch underfoot, producing a soft, jarring sound that seemed particularly jarring in the silence.
Old Dao pushed aside the withered branches in front of him, lowered his voice, and spoke with an air of familiarity and certainty.
"Brother Kun, we'll be there after we go around that ravine."
Shen Kun's sharp gaze swept across the deep darkness ahead, and he asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure everyone is being held here?"
"It can't be wrong!"
Old Dao patted his chest and said, "The little girl we rescued last time was found in this very hideout. It was the exact same route."
"So who exactly are these people?" Shen Kun continued to press.
Upon hearing this, Lao Dao immediately perked up, as if he had opened a floodgate of words.
They talked on and on, as if they wanted to expose every detail about the other person's underwear.
According to him, the person who now occupies this land is called Ma Liang.
It turns out he was just a small fry who followed Lao Dao in "conquering the world".
But this kid is inherently rebellious, unruly, and has a wicked heart.
They always covet the meager living expenses of the poor and engage in bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
This is completely contrary to Lao Dao's self-proclaimed philosophy of "robbing the rich" as a bandit.
Finally, Old Dao couldn't take it anymore and simply expelled him from the bandit gang.
"I know that bastard Ma Liang all too well!"
Old Dao's tone was full of disdain, "Big temper, loud voice, but guts?"
"Hey, not much better than a rat! Always harboring bad intentions, but a coward when it comes to real combat!"
"Timid?"
Shen Kun's tone was clearly skeptical; he didn't think so.
How could a truly cowardly person have the courage to engage in the dangerous and life-threatening business of banditry?
What's more, he went out on his own and orchestrated the trafficking of so many women and children.
He doesn't look like a coward at all; he seems more like a cunning and ruthless desperado.
Old Dao, however, didn't take it seriously and proudly gave examples.
"Last time I came to redeem that little girl, I revealed my identity and slapped the money down my sleeve."
He was so scared he didn't dare utter a sound and obediently released the person!
He firmly believed that Ma Liang was still the same timid and subservient figure who had served him before.
They were convinced that no matter how much trouble this kid caused, he wouldn't be able to escape their grasp today.
Old Dao was overconfident in his past and blindly believed that with Shen Kun, this great Buddha, around, there was nothing to worry about.
Song Zhan, who was standing to the side, did not participate in their discussion. He remained highly vigilant, looking around.
The mountains were eerily silent in the night, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the treetops.
“The terrain here is too complicated,” he said in a deep voice. “There are too many caves, dense forests, and ravines that can hide people.”
If so many people are truly imprisoned and scattered in hiding, it would indeed be extremely difficult to find them.
Huang Ya turned to Lao Dao and went straight to the core issue: "Lao Dao, you should know exactly where the person is being held, right?"
Since he was able to redeem the little dumpling from here, he must know the exact location.
Upon hearing this, Lao Dao felt a little embarrassed and scratched his head awkwardly.
"Well... I only remember the general location."
Then, as if to cover up his embarrassment, he started cursing.
"That little brat Ma Liang! He's been on guard against me all along!"
"When I came to trade last time, they put a black hood over my head, and with all the twists and turns, I couldn't see anything!"
The night grew darker and darker, until it was almost impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face.
Old Dao muttered to himself as he pulled out a tinderbox, intending to light the torch he had brought.
"You can't order it!"
Song Zhan reacted very quickly, knocking the tinderbox out of his hand.
"If we don't light a fire, we can't see anything! How are we supposed to find our way?" Old Dao was getting annoyed.
"Don't ask, just listen to me."
Song Zhan's tone left no room for argument, carrying a commanding air.
Why should I listen to you?
Old Dao stuck out his neck, clearly unconvinced.
Song Zhan lowered his voice, his tone stern.
“By lighting torches, we become the most conspicuous targets.”
"Look around. We're in a low-lying area right now. If we're spotted from higher up, the enemy could easily surround us and trap us like dumplings!"
"Hey! Who are you trying to scare!" Old Dao waved his hand dismissively.
"That kid Ma Liang doesn't have that kind of brain! You're overestimating him!"
He believed he was the only one who truly understood Ma Liang, and was convinced that the man was nothing more than a lowly thug who could be easily eliminated. Otherwise, he wouldn't have so readily agreed to cooperate with Shen Kun on this operation.
Suddenly, a cluster of blinding light burst forth from the darkness, followed by a second, a third...
Song Zhan's first reaction was that Lao Dao, that reckless brute, had disobeyed orders and lit the torch without permission!
"Old Dao! Are you trying to kill us all?!"
Song Zhan roared in a low voice, then suddenly turned his head to look for Lao Dao's figure.
"Huh?" Old Dao was taken aback by his insult.
He leaned in and shoved Song Zhan irritably, "What nonsense are you spouting, kid? Do you think I'm the kind of person who doesn't know what's good for me?!"
Song Zhan's heart sank – Lao Dao was right beside him, and he was still safely carrying the tinderbox.
And these lights...
In a flash, a terrible thought seized him.
"Oh no! An ambush! Get down—!"
He roared, his voice hoarse from extreme tension.
At the same time, he spread his arms wide and used all his strength.
Suddenly, he tackled the still dazed Lao Dao and the absent-minded Huang Ya to the ground.
The three of them fell heavily onto the cold rocks and withered grass.
Almost at the same instant they fell to the ground—
Countless leaping flames suddenly appeared on the surrounding hillsides, behind rocks, and in the woods!
One fire after another was lit at the same time, like a sleeping dragon looking down over the valley.
The once pitch-black and silent mountains were suddenly illuminated as bright as day by the unexpected fire.
The tension and embarrassment on the faces of the group were obvious.
What's even more unsettling is that, against the backdrop of those flickering firelight, countless deep, cold black shells have emerged from the darkness.
They aimed precisely at the bottom of the valley, at the few figures completely exposed to the light.
The air seemed to freeze, with only the crackling sound of the burning torches remaining.
Ma Liang stood on high ground and waved his hand: "Leave no one alive."
Shen Kun, riding on a tall donkey, was his first target.
Snap—
The light emitted from the black shell struck Shen Kun squarely in the chest.
Bang--
The tall figure fell to the ground.
Huang Ya turned pale with fright, but still rushed forward to save him: "Shen Kun!"
Old Dao hid behind the rock, his legs weak, and he could barely hold the black box in his hand.
When did Ma Liang become so amazing?
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