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Inside the mountain stronghold, the bandits were completely drunk and staggering.

The courtyard was littered with broken wine jars and gnawed bones.

A bandit was holding a wine jar that was half his height and tilting his head back to gulp it down into his mouth.

The liquor dripped down his unkempt beard, soaking the black hair on his chest.

He was enjoying his drink when suddenly a small, extremely fast pebble came hurtling through the air.

puff!

A slight muffled thud.

The bandit's act of pouring wine suddenly stopped.

A blood hole the size of a date appeared in the center of his forehead, from which red and white blood was slowly seeping out.

Clang!

The wine jar slipped from his weak hand and shattered.

His tall body swayed, like a piece of rotten wood, before collapsing headfirst onto the greasy table and falling silent.

The courtyard was still filled with deafening snoring and drunken ramblings; no one noticed the commotion.

On the other side, in a corner of the village.

Two bandits were unbuckling their belts side by side and relieving themselves against the wall.

"Ergou, I...I have something to tell you, hiccup!"

A tall, thin bandit was hiccuping, his words slurred.

"That girl named Xiao Cui at the Chunfeng Pavilion in the city is fucking gorgeous!"

"Her waist is so thin, I could pinch it with one hand!"

The short, fat bandit known as Er Gou sneered.

"With your meager savings, you—you still want to order Xiao Cui?"

"Last time the boss took us, you...you didn't even touch her hand before you hugged the pillar and called her 'little sister,' hiccup!"

The tall, thin guy was unconvinced.

"I was drunk that time, you know!"

"Next time, I'll definitely show her what kind of power you, Master Zhang, are!"

"Come on, you!"

Er Gou shook himself and said while pulling up his pants.

"With all your possessions, you can't even afford to buy someone a box of rouge."

"If you ask me, that young woman we ran into during our last robbery was really something else, her screams..."

Er Gou hadn't finished speaking.

Suddenly, the tall, thin Zhang San next to him let out a muffled groan, fell straight forward, hit his head against the wall, and stopped moving.

"Hey, Zhang San, hiccup! I told you you couldn't drink."

Er Gou looked at his fallen companion and drunkenly laughed and cursed.

"Now look what's happened, you can even fall asleep while peeing, you..."

As he laughed, he realized something was amiss.

A breeze blew by, bringing a touch of coolness and dispelling some of his alcohol fumes.

He rubbed his eyes and leaned closer.

A pool of dark red liquid was slowly seeping out from under Zhang San's head.

"Zhang San? Hello, Zhang San?"

Er Gou's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly sobered up considerably.

He crouched down and, trembling, turned Zhang San's body over.

Zhang Sanyuan's eyes were wide open, and a bloody hole on his forehead made him look particularly ferocious.

"Ah! Come here..."

Fear choked Er Gou.

He had just opened his mouth to shout.

There was another soft whooshing sound.

puff!

A pebble pierced precisely into the back of his head, passing right through his open mouth.

"Well……"

Er Gou's body shuddered violently, and he fell straight backward, landing next to his companion.

Lin Mo peeked half his head out from the watchtower in the village.

Behind him was the lookout bandit whose neck had been snapped.

He took out a angular pebble from his cloth bag.

next.

His gaze quickly locked onto a target.

A burly man sitting at the dining table was more imposing than the bandits around him, and his arms were thicker than Lin Mo's thighs.

This kind of character must be eliminated first.

That's right, it's all about survival!

Although these bandits were already as drunk as dead pigs,

However, in accordance with the principle of minimizing risk,

Lin Mo decided to first lurk in the shadows and kill as many people as he could.

The burly man was also drunk. He was supporting himself on the table with one hand and holding the wine jar with the other. His head was nodding off, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep.

Lin Mo narrowed one eye, pulled his arm back, and tensed his muscles.

Reaching the pinnacle of the first stage of Body Tempering granted him strength and vision far exceeding those of ordinary people.

Each stone thrown carries a faint force.

Aim, fire!

The pebble transformed into a black shadow and whistled away.

Clang!

A crisp sound.

The pebble missed the burly man's head, but it precisely shattered the large wine jar he was holding.

"Bang!"

The wine jar shattered with a crack, and the burly man, losing his support, slammed his head against the hard corner of the table.

Damn it! It missed!

Lin Mo cursed inwardly and quickly pulled his head back.

We made a mistake!

"who!"

The sharp pain in his forehead instantly brought the burly man to his senses.

He suddenly raised his head, his fleshy face filled with anger.

"Which little bastard dares to play tricks on your Grandpa Cow!"

The burly man roared, kicked over the bench next to him, grabbed the machete from the table, and warily looked around.

But upon seeing this, the anger on his face instantly froze.

What's wrong?

Li Si, sitting across the table, lay motionless, a pool of blood beside his head.

Zhang San and Er Gou, who were in the corner, were also lying on the ground, their bodies also covered in dark red.

Several other brothers lay motionless on the table.

The strong smell of alcohol was mixed with a hint of blood.

Something is wrong!

The burly man's drunkenness was completely washed away by cold sweat at that moment, and he finally realized what was going on.

"Honey! Honey, wake up!"

He yelled at the top of his lungs at the figure snoring loudly in the main seat.

"have……"

puff!

The burly man's roar abruptly stopped.

A burst of blood erupted from the center of his forehead, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and his tall body crashed to the ground.

Although it was a beat too late, Lin Mo's finishing blow still arrived.

But it was too late.

The strong man's dying roar echoed like thunder throughout the mountain stronghold.

The bandit leader, who had a full beard and was known as "the boss," was suddenly awakened.

He opened his sleepy eyes and saw the burly man with blood spurting from his forehead, falling straight down.

A chill instantly shot from my tailbone to the top of my head!

Damn!

Someone has broken into the village!

"Wake up, you all!"

The bandit leader slammed his fist on the table beneath him, shattering it with a roar.

The table, made from a single thick wooden plank, was smashed to pieces by his bare hands!

"Clang!"

Wood chips flew everywhere, and food and wine were scattered all over the ground.

"ah--!"

The two disheveled girls beside him were terrified, screaming and shrinking into the far corner of the yard, trembling with fear as they covered their heads.

The earth-shattering noise and the leader's thunderous roar finally woke up the bandits who were completely drunk.

"What's wrong, sir?!"

"Who the hell dares to mess with our boss?!"

One by one, the bandits staggered to their feet, cursing under their breath.

But when they saw the scene before them, everyone sobered up.

Li Si lay motionless on the table, a dark red stain spreading under his head.

Zhang San and Er Gou lay together in the corner, their positions contorted, with blood beneath them.

There were seven or eight brothers lying in various parts of the courtyard, all of them with a large or small bloody hole on their foreheads, their deaths were gruesome.

"There are...there are enemies!"

"Someone's breaking into the village! Someone's breaking into the village!"