Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

The desperados, their eyes bloodshot, rushed down the steps, their facial muscles contorted with madness.

They gripped the homemade gunpowder tubes tightly in one hand and held matches in the other, their rough fingertips already drawing sparks on the matchbox.

These people have been robbing people in the desert for years. They knew they had met their match today. If they didn't fight to the death, none of them would leave alive.

The passageway was filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder, and the torchlight cast long shadows.

"Die!" the leader of the bandits roared in a rough voice, the match in his hand about to light the fuse.

"Niu Dan! Come back!" Gu Changfeng shouted, reaching forward to grab Niu Dan. If the gunpowder tube exploded at close range, he would be severely injured, if not killed.

But Niu Dan's movements were too fast. This kid had been beaten and starved in Lijiaba for many years, and had long since developed a lithe and slippery gait, even better than a wild dog. After drinking the spiritual spring water given to him by Ya Ya, his explosive power became even more astonishing.

He pushed off hard with his toes on the floor tiles, and his thin body shot out like a cannonball, skimming the ground.

There was no fear in his eyes, only a fierce and malevolent aura.

In the mind of this seven-year-old child, the logic is simple: whoever dares to harm his family must die!

The lead bandit didn't take the child, who wasn't even as tall as his thigh, seriously at all. He had just lit a match when he brought it to the gunpowder tube.

Niu Dan slid across the ground, passing directly between the man's legs. The cast iron boning knife in his hand was specially made by an old blacksmith for Gu Changfeng; the blade was sharpened to the point of being able to cut a hair in an instant. Using the momentum, Niu Dan pointed the blade upwards and swung it backhand.

The blade precisely ripped open the bandit's thigh.

"Ah—!" The bandit let out a pig-like scream, dropping the gunpowder tube and matches from his hand. Blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing directly onto the nearby bluestone wall.

Niu Dan ignored the useless man completely. He crossed his legs, rolled on the paving stones, and pounced on the second bandit on the left.

The bandit was terrified at the sight and raised his broadsword to strike. The passage was narrow, and the ground was littered with the corpses of the first wave of dead men, making it impossible to maneuver the longsword effectively. The blade struck a crack in the nearby rocks, sending sparks flying.

Instead of retreating, Niu Dan advanced, grabbed a handful of blood-soaked mud from the ground with his left hand, and threw it into the eyes of the bandit.

"Holy shit!" The bandit instinctively closed his eyes and covered his face.

Taking advantage of this moment, Niu Dan leaped up.

The cast iron boning knife in his hand whistled as it sliced ​​through flesh and throat in a cold, hard arc from bottom to top. The sound of the blade cutting through flesh and severing throats was particularly chilling in the noisy passageway.

A large amount of blood gushed out, splattering all over Niu Dan's old cotton-padded coat. The bandit's eyes widened, his hands clutching his neck tightly, a gurgling sound coming from his throat, as he fell straight backward.

Niu Dan landed on the ground, paused, and steadied himself.

The firelight illuminated his blood-stained face, and he didn't even blink, looking every bit like a heartless killing god.

The remaining three desperados stared in disbelief. They'd been killing and robbing for over a decade, and they'd never seen such a bizarre child. This wasn't a child; it was a little devil crawling out of hell!

"Kill him!" A bandit with a pockmarked face picked up a homemade gun and aimed it at Niu Dan.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the pockmarked man with a bloody hole between his eyebrows fell straight to the ground.

Gu Changfeng stood behind the large wooden crate, holding a Type 54 pistol level, smoke still rising from the muzzle. How could he let his godson stand alone in front?

"Platoon Leader Li! Provide fire suppression and cover!" Gu Changfeng roared.

Platoon Leader Li and his elite soldiers snapped out of their daze, raised their semi-automatic rifles, and began precisely targeting the bandits behind the passage who were attempting to snipe them. They fought with great restraint, solely to clear the way for Niu Dan at the front.

Hearing the gunshots, Niu Dan knew Gu Changfeng was backing him up, and his enthusiasm surged even higher. He ducked down and picked up a machete that had fallen to the ground. With the machete in his left hand and a boning knife in his right, he charged straight into the bandit horde.

These bandits were all trapped at the corner, unable to advance or retreat.

Niu Dan was short and specialized in targeting the lower body. He slashed at a bandit's calf with his knife, knocking the man to his knees. Immediately afterward, he plunged his boning knife into the bandit's back eye. He pulled out the knife, turned, and slashed again—all in one fluid motion.

The entire passageway was filled with screams and the muffled thuds of bones breaking. Blood flowed down the blue brick steps, staining the green moss in the cracks between the tiles a dark red.

Ya Ya squatted down beside Lin Wanrou's legs, her little hands tugging at Lin Wanrou's clothes, peeking out half her head to watch what was happening in front of her.

She had originally intended to throw a few vine seeds to help, but seeing Niu Dan's overwhelming dominance, there was no need for her to lift a finger.

"Go, Niu Dan! Hit their groin! If you win, I'll give you two big braised pork knuckles when we get home!" Ya Ya shouted loudly from behind. Her clear childish voice echoed across the battlefield where flesh and blood were flying, making the bandits' scalps tingle.

When Niu Dan heard there was "big pork knuckle" to eat, his Adam's apple bobbed twice, and his eyes gleamed green. His hands moved faster and faster, the boning knife flashing in the firelight, and no one could stand in its path.

The one-eared bald man hid at the top of the passage, leaning against the stone wall, panting heavily. Looking at the carnage below, his legs trembled. The dozens of elite brothers he had brought with him, who hadn't been killed by bullets or crushed by rocks, had been slaughtered by a little brat barely taller than his thigh!

"Get out of here! Get the hell out of here!" The one-eared bald man yelled in his hoarse voice, turning around to run out of the underground palace.

Several uninjured bandits dropped their weapons and followed him up the steps. But the steps were too steep and the blood on the ground was slippery. Two of the bandits slipped and tumbled down the steps, landing right next to Niu Dan's feet.

Niu Dan didn't even look, and with a swift movement, he stabbed each of them, sending them straight to meet the King of Hell.

He stepped on the sticky floor tiles, still wanting to keep chasing upwards.

"Niu Dan! Don't pursue a cornered enemy! Come back!" Gu Changfeng holstered his pistol and shouted to stop him. The underground passage was too deep; going any further would make them vulnerable to being hit by stones or ambushed by those above. Now that the crisis was over, there was no need to let this kid take any more risks.

Upon hearing the command, Niu Dan abruptly stopped. His chest heaved violently as he turned around, carrying the blood-dripping boning knife, and walked step by step back into the stone chamber. His old cotton-padded jacket was soaked with blood, and his small face was covered in splattered blood.

Seeing his appearance, Lin Wanrou's eyes immediately reddened. She quickly stepped forward, took out a clean coarse cloth from her bag, and gently wiped Niu Dan's face.

"You silly child, why did you rush out by yourself? Are you hurt anywhere?" Lin Wanrou's voice trembled, and her hands shook.

Niu Dan stood there, letting Lin Wanrou wipe his face. The bloodthirsty madness in him had completely dissipated, and he had returned to his usual quiet and reserved self.

He shook his head, his voice hoarse as he squeezed out a few words: "Mom, I'm fine, I'm not hurt. Their knives were dull, they couldn't cut me."

Ya Ya ran over, took out a peeled White Rabbit candy from her tactical vest, and stuffed it directly into Niu Dan's mouth.

"Niu Dan, you did a fantastic job today! You were like a great general!" Ya Ya patted Niu Dan's arm and praised him loudly.

The sweet taste melting in his mouth made Niu Dan feel relaxed all over. He wiped the blood off his clothes with the boning knife in his hand, put it back into the leather sheath at his waist, and stood obediently behind Gu Changfeng.

Gu Changfeng patted Niu Dan on the shoulder, his rough hand full of approving force. This kid is a born soldier, ruthless and loyal to his master. As long as he is properly trained, he will definitely be able to lead the way in the future.

"Platoon Leader Li!" Gu Changfeng turned around, his eyes regaining their cold and stern expression.

"Present!" Platoon Leader Li and several veterans stood at attention, their backs ramrod straight. They had just witnessed the child's method of killing, and now they felt an even deeper sense of awe towards Gu Changfeng's family.

"Check the battlefield, see if anyone is alive, tie them all up. Clear the passage, and collect all the gunpowder tubes and homemade guns on the ground," Gu Changfeng ordered, his gaze sweeping over the mess.