In times of chaos and famine, I traded one pound of rice for two royal flushes.

Qin Shaolang stepped inside.

The gate behind them slowly closed, making a dull sound.

That sound shut out everything from the outside world.

This also cut off the bandits' means of survival.

The square was a mess.

The air was thick with the smells of alcohol, sweat, and a sense of dejection after failure.

Bandits were everywhere, staggering and lying around.

Some clutched their wine jars, wailing and cursing the bizarre defeat they had suffered that afternoon.

Some groups of three or five would get into a fight over a minor argument, punching each other hard, but no one would intervene to break it up.

Further away, someone was even holding a corpse, it was unclear whether they were crying for their brother or for themselves.

confusion.

Utter chaos.

This is the best cover for Qin Shaolang.

He was hunched over, his hands tucked into his sleeves, like a ghost moving through the chaos.

He walked slowly, taking each step very steadily.

He was observing.

Observe the terrain, observe the sentry posts, observe all valuable information.

Zhao Wu and Wang Tiezhu followed closely behind him, their palms sweating profusely.

Both of them were men who had seen blood.

But for a group of twenty-odd people to dare to break into the lair of hundreds of bandits is simply insane!

With each step they took, their heart rate increased.

To them, each of the drunken bandits around them seemed like a vicious wolf ready to pounce at any moment.

A burly bandit with a fierce face, carrying a wine jar, staggered and bumped into us.

"Get out of my way! Don't block my path!"

The bandit, reeking of alcohol, reached out to shove Qin Shaolang, who was walking at the front.

Zhao Wu's heart jumped into his throat.

He instinctively reached for his knife.

However, Qin Shaolang was faster than him.

Without turning his head, Qin Shaolang slapped the bandit hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The bandit was whipped so hard he spun around twice before crashing to the ground with a thud, shattering the wine jar in the process.

"Fuck your mother, you're blind as a bat!"

Qin Shaolang spat, his voice hoarse and violent.

"Can't you see I'm in a bad mood? Want to die?"

The ferocity and impatience emanating from his very bones made the bandits who had originally wanted to join in the fun instinctively shrink back.

The one who was knocked down covered his face, half sober. Seeing Qin Shaolang's gloomy look as if "my whole family just died," he didn't dare to utter a word and slunk away.

A minor incident was thus resolved without a trace.

Zhao Wu and Wang Tiezhu looked at Qin Shao-Lang's back with a sense of awe, no longer in awe.

It is worship.

This guy is practically the patriarch of bandits!

With that aura and that demeanor, people would believe he was the leader of Black Wind Stronghold!

They were no longer tense, but completely relaxed. They imitated Qin Shaolang, putting on a grumpy face as if someone owed them eight hundred strings of cash, and walked forward grumbling.

Soon, they crossed the chaotic square.

Ahead, the lights in the Hall of Gathering Righteousness were growing brighter and brighter.

You can still faintly hear roars and the sound of things being smashed coming from inside.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

"Several hundred men were utterly routed by a bunch of peasants! You've completely disgraced Black Wind Stronghold!"

It was the voice of "Black Yama," the leader of Black Wind Stronghold.

Qin Shaolang stopped in his tracks.

He turned around and glanced at the crowd behind him.

The twenty-odd strong men were deathly pale and their bodies were trembling like leaves.

They've already reached their limit by holding on until now.

"Are you scared?" Qin Shaolang's voice was very soft.

No one spoke, but their trembling bodies said it all.

"Being afraid is the right thing to do."

Qin Shaolang said calmly.

"Because of them, they will soon be more afraid than you."

He turned his head away, ignoring everyone else, and whispered orders to Zhao Wu and Wang Tiezhu.

"I'll go in in a bit."

"You two, take care of the guards at the gate, and then guard the gate."

"Remember, you can only go out, not come in."

"Those inside tried to escape, so they were killed. Those outside tried to enter, so they were also killed."

His voice was devoid of any emotion, as if he were talking about something utterly ordinary.

Zhao Wu and Wang Tiezhu nodded heavily.

"Don't worry, sir!"

Qin Shaolang glanced at the able-bodied men again.

"You all stay outside."

"If you see anyone run out of there, use the knives you have to stab them to death!"

"Whoever dares to back down, I'll kill them first."

The cold words pierced everyone's heart like knives.

At this moment, fear transformed into a strange power.

Retreat means death.

Keep moving forward; there might still be a glimmer of hope!

Everyone gripped their knives tightly.

Qin Shaolang said no more.

He straightened his tattered robes, hunched his back, and walked step by step toward the gate of the Hall of Gathering Righteousness.

Two guards stood at the entrance of the Hall of Gathering Righteousness.

They listened to the roaring from inside, their faces filled with worry and distress.

Seeing Qin Shaolang, this "unlucky guy," walk over, one of them waved impatiently.

"Get out! The boss is furious, don't go in and get yourself into trouble!"

Qin Shaolang seemed not to hear.

He kept his head down and approached step by step.

Ten steps.

Five steps.

Three steps.

Just as the guard frowned, preparing to unleash a torrent of curses...

Qin Shaolang made a move.

Zhao Wu and Wang Tiezhu behind him also moved at the same time!

Two dark figures, like raccoons, pounced silently.

The two guards didn't even have time to utter a cry of surprise.

I just felt a chill on my neck.

Then, the world was plunged into darkness.

Zhao Wu and Wang Tiezhu, one on each side, covered their mouths and slowly dragged the corpses into the shadows.

The entire process was smooth and seamless, without making a single unnecessary sound.

Qin Shaolang was already standing in front of the huge wooden door of the Hall of Gathering Righteousness.

Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his foot and kicked the door open!

"Bang!"

A loud bang was heard.

The hall fell silent instantly.

The Black Yama King, who was roaring, suddenly turned his head.

The third leader, who was sitting to his left and had a worried look on his face, also raised his head.

Several key leaders also looked over.

What they saw was a ragged, decadent "minion" who exuded a sense of despair.

The anger in Black Yama's eyes was almost bursting out.

"Who's the blind fool!"

He grabbed a wine bowl from the table and smashed it hard at Qin Shaolang.

"Get the hell out of here..."

His words came to an abrupt end.

Because that "minion" made a move.

It's not dodging.

Instead, move forward!

Qin Shaolang's body tensed instantly.

One second he was a decadent gambler, the next he became a sharp sword drawn from its sheath!

He stomped his foot heavily on the ground, and his whole body shot out like a cannonball.

The flying wine bowl was casually swung by him, and it shattered in mid-air with a "crack".

too fast!

That was the only thought on everyone's mind.

Black Yama's pupils suddenly contracted.

He was a ruthless character who had been living on the edge for decades, and he immediately realized that something was wrong!

These aren't their imposters!