The leader looked them over one by one, finally fixing his gaze on Ji Muhan.
"Who are you? Don't you know this place is off-limits?" The leader had a long scar on his face that ran from under his eye to the edge of his ear, making him look terrifying.
He sized up Ji Muhan and her companions with sharp, ruthless eyes, and could tell at a glance that they were agile and quick-witted. He was very wary of them.
Several men were wearing black military boots, identical black combat pants, and identical black tight-fitting T-shirts—all dressed in black.
The man in the lead, in particular, had an overly handsome, fair face and a slender yet not weak figure. He stood there casually yet arrogantly with his arms crossed, his beautiful eyes sweeping over them indifferently. His calm and unwavering gaze did not linger on any of them, as if they were nothing more than a few stray cats and dogs that he disdained.
His utterly calm and composed demeanor exuded a tranquility that seemed to emanate from his very bones. He appeared as if he had become one with nature, as if the noise around him had nothing to do with him. Among these fierce-looking people, he seemed so relaxed and arrogant.
"The one who sent you to report to the King of Hell." Ji Muhan's voice was as clear and pleasant as ever.
The calm narration sounded more like a provocation.
Shen Shaolin's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but complain to himself, "I don't know who told us to keep a low profile when we went into the mountains."
So that's how Ji Muhan understood the word "low-key." He really learned a thing or two.
"I think you're all tired of living!" the scarred leader roared, his expression fierce and chilling. Only when everyone heard him speak did they turn their attention away from the man.
"Kid, I've been in this business for over a decade, and this is the first time I've heard such a funny joke." Scarface laughed loudly, his sinister smile making him look like a venomous snake that could strike at any moment, which was quite terrifying.
"Then laugh a little longer, because you won't have the chance again later." Shen Shaolin raised an eyebrow and added a sarcastic remark.
"Kid, you've got guts." The scarred man sneered, a clear murderous glint flashing in his eyes.
Unfortunately, he was far too arrogant.
“Of course, it’s at least bigger than yours,” Ji Muhan replied abruptly.
The scarred man stared at the man in front of him, who was even more beautiful than a girl, his gaze roaming unabashedly across the man's face, his smile utterly lewd and obscene. "Is that so? Then I'd really like to see for myself!"
He was initially somewhat wary, not knowing the other party's background and fearing they might have ill intentions, especially since they were all highly skilled.
However, after he chuckled twice, he saw the grinning boy instinctively hide behind the handsome man, like a child seeking security.
He then realized that these fair-skinned men were nothing but paper tigers, all talk and no action.
In his view, these fair-skinned, girlish-looking people were obviously not used to doing any heavy work. They were mostly rich second-generation heirs or playboys on vacation, who didn't understand social etiquette and dared to make such boastful remarks. After all, there had been such cases before.
He must have some skill, but no matter how skilled he is, he doesn't believe he can outrun the guns in their hands.
"Brothers, seize a few of them."
The scarred man stroked his chin, his gaze turning cold and lewd as he looked at Ji Muhan's excessively fair and beautiful face. "I've heard there's a new kind of game going on in the city now. I'd like to try it, but I haven't met anyone who wants to try it. Now I finally do."
For people like them who live deep in the mountains and forests year-round, it's quite normal to go months without eating meat. Although they can come down the mountain every now and then, they have a lot to do, so they can't stay long each time they come down. At most, they can just eat meat to vent their frustrations.
He looked at the group of men in front of him; they were all good-looking, with fair skin. Although they were men, the two he had just spoken to were the most handsome. Just thinking about it made him feel a surge of heat in his lower body.
This time, he actually got a great deal.
"Judging from their fair skin and tender flesh, they must taste quite good." The scarred-faced man had a lewd look on his face.
Shen Shaolin subconsciously glanced at Qi Guang beside him, his gaze seemingly asking silently, "Is this considered delicate skin?"
Qi Guang noticed Shen Shaolin's suspicious gaze and gave him a slightly warning glare.
Qi Guang looked at the scarred face, his nonchalant smile vanishing, his expression turning exceptionally cold, a clear look of disgust flashing in his eyes.
Having carried out so many missions, this was the first time he had encountered such a disgusting person—no, he should say a parasite.
He couldn't take it anymore; he felt that even looking at those parasites for a second would make him want to vomit his dinner from the night before.
Who knew that the scarred-faced man, oblivious to his own mortality, pointed at Ji Muhan and said, "Put him on my bed first, I want to see whose is bigger."
Although Shen Shaolin is not gay, he is a member of the elite social circle and has heard all sorts of dirty stories.
However, generally speaking, even homosexuals or people with such interests would not discuss these things openly.
This is probably the first time in Ji Muhan's life that someone has dared to point at him and make such a bold statement about wanting to sleep with him...
Just thinking about how this scarred-face man kept courting death made Shen Shaolin involuntarily take two steps back, hiding his entire body behind Ji Muhan, his shoulders shrugging.
Don't get me wrong, he's definitely not scared; he's laughing with schadenfreude.
Laughing in front of Ji Muhan is tantamount to courting death. That guy is cunning and vengeful. If he holds a grudge against you, you'll be tortured hundreds of times when you get back to the army...
Hearing the strange sound coming from behind her, Ji Muhan's gaze turned cold, and a distinct murderous aura flashed in her eyes. She elegantly rummaged through her backpack.
Upon seeing Ji Muhan's actions, those people immediately became wary.
Shen Shaolin and his group exchanged glances and immediately began to act.
Liangzi may seem quiet and reserved, but he's a formidable fighter. He kicked several guns out of their hands with a single kick.
On the other side, Shen Shaolin curled his lips, bent down to dodge the attack, and flipped over to launch a pincer attack, breaking several of the man's ribs with his knee.
He quickly swept away two or three people with a kick that swept away fallen leaves like autumn wind, and without pausing, he swiftly pulled a dagger from his boot and shot it at the man behind Qi Guang who was raising his gun to ambush him.
In less than two seconds, it struck the man squarely in the chest, and he fell straight down.
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