"What's there to be afraid of? He's all alone! He doesn't even have a weapon, what's there to be afraid of!"
He shoved old John aside with great force, then walked straight toward Ning Feng, roughly extending his short hand...
"Hmph! I'll do it myself!"
*Smack*
The short, stout militiaman's hand was grabbed a split second before it touched Ning Feng, and then pulled by a strong force!
Card.
The sound of bones dislocating came from his palm. Jack didn't have time to pull his hand away and let out a pig-like scream:
"Ahhh!"
winter!
Suddenly, the world spun around him. Before he could even react to what was happening, he felt himself turn around, and his arms were pressed behind his back as if they were clamped by iron clamps.
"Ah! Let me go! You despicable outsider! You... Ah!"
Before he could utter a tirade, Jack abruptly stopped, his body stiffening.
The hand axe at his waist was pulled out and pressed against his throat, its cold light gleaming, ready to pierce his throat at any moment.
"Have you misunderstood something?"
A slightly bothersome, gentle voice sounded from behind, causing Jack's body to tremble uncontrollably.
Ning Feng lowered his head and spoke gently to Jack, then looked at the shocked militia duo and tilted his head in surprise:
"Although I say I'm a good person, I don't think I've ever said I'm weak, have I?"
"I've been trying to discuss things with you in a very amicable way, haven't I?"
Ning Feng easily subdued the trained militiamen. He was smiling, but he did give the two militiamen, who were gripping their weapons tightly, a strong sense of oppression.
"Let me introduce myself again. I am a passerby, a good person with enough strength to protect myself."
After saying that, Ning Feng put away his hand axe and forcefully pushed the short, stout militiaman to the other side.
Ning Feng tossed the hand axe up and down easily in his hand, and then swung it out forcefully the instant Fat Jack lunged forward!
"Jack! You... watch out!"
brush!
The hand axe spun rapidly before slamming down between Jack's legs, narrowly missing his leather armor.
His face turned pale. After seeing what had happened, Fat Jack was terrified and hurriedly crawled forward.
"It seems I was wrong about some things."
Treating such uncivilized creatures is no different from dealing with wild animals; one cannot simply befriend them.
Don't hesitate to demonstrate your strength when it's time to do so.
They will be afraid... and what Ning Feng needs is fear.
Walking slowly to the militia captain who was supporting Jack, Ning Feng abandoned his previous gentle demeanor and spoke coldly:
"Now, could you please take me to see your leader? Thank you."
Old John silently raised his head, looked at the stranger who had shed his disguise, and after a long while, he spoke with difficulty:
"...Come with me."
The coldness on his face faded, and Ning Feng put on a smiling expression again, saying gratefully:
"Thank you so much."
...
Walking along the muddy village road, Ning Feng strolled easily between the three militiamen, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the surrounding houses.
The village seemed deserted, with no villagers on the road, but Ning Feng knew this was just an illusion.
Their previous conflict had already alerted others, and these villagers had simply gone into hiding.
Through the cracks in the doors and windows, curious and surprised gazes shot out from different angles as they observed this outsider.
Why are you so shy?
Are you worried about what I might do?
Since he was bored anyway, Ning Feng began to actively enrich his character's backstory, saying casually:
"I am looking for my companion. If you have any clues, please let me know."
"Our team was attacked by giant wolves. Although we killed a few, we were eventually forced to split up."
John, who was walking ahead, slowed his pace and turned back suspiciously to look at Ning Feng.
...A giant wolf?
Jack, however, was more direct, immediately expressing his disbelief.
"Killed a giant wolf!? Are you kidding me...?!"
But when Ning Feng's ambiguous gaze swept over him, Jack's fat twitched, and he reluctantly shut his mouth.
After thinking for a moment, Ning Feng naturally took a huge fang from his pocket and threw it directly into John's hand.
"It's understandable that you don't believe me. In that case, I'll give this as a gift to His Excellency the Pastor. I think that should prove what I said."
John's hand suddenly felt heavy. He looked at the still-wet gums between the fangs, his gaze flickered, but he forcibly suppressed his shock and asked:
"...Who are your companions?"
"There were men and women, but not all of them were warriors like me."
Ning Feng didn't know if other contestants would arrive in the town ahead of time, but saying this wouldn't cause any problems.
The road remained silent after that. In the end, the other two militiamen seemed to be stopped outside because they were not qualified to approach the innermost area, while only John led Ning Feng inside.
After walking for about ten minutes, just as it was getting completely dark, the two of them finally arrived in front of a strange house.
He told Ning Feng to wait at the door while John went in alone to report.
Strangely, the pastor's house was even darker than the sky was now, and there seemed to be no light source inside.
Strange.
However, before Ning Feng could carefully observe his surroundings, John, who had just gone in, quickly came out:
My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
