There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

"Secondly, please resolve any disputes outside the tavern outside. Don't bring them in here. My place is dirt poor and can't afford any more disturbances. If martial arts masters come here to fight and overturn tables every day, even a century-old establishment like the Yue Lai Inn can't withstand it..."

The leader laughed heartily, as if he had heard the funniest joke, and he and his three subordinates burst into laughter, "Boss, oh boss, I never knew you were so humorous..."

"No credit, no fighting, huh?" He walked up with a grin, then suddenly pulled a pistol from under his clothes and fired three shots at me!

"I'll pay with three bullets, is that enough?" The bullet narrowly missed my head, pierced the wooden wall behind me, and flew off into the distance. Then he held out his hand and waved the gun. "If that's not enough, I have more, but I don't know if you can afford them!"

But to his disappointment, he didn't see me running away in panic; instead, he noticed that I had a thoughtful expression on my face.

"That was my mistake," I apologized politely. "I really didn't expect this situation... So I'll add a third rule: once you enter the tavern, all grudges outside are wiped clean, and I'll decide right and wrong. Don't you think this kind of final interpretation clause makes things much more reasonable?"

"Turns out he's a fearless madman..."

At this moment, one of the leader's men spat disdainfully and stepped forward, eager to show off in front of his boss. "Boss, I'll handle this guy. If it weren't for the fact that his brew is pretty good, I would have shot him dead already!"

The leader shoved his subordinate who had come forward with displeasure. "You bastard! It was all your fault for meddling yesterday. You shot and killed the old man who knew how to brew wine. I was planning to capture him and have him brew wine for us."

The bearded subordinate scratched his head sheepishly, somewhat resentfully retorting to his superior: "Boss, you chopped off half of that old man's finger, and then he saw his whole family being killed. He must have had a mental breakdown by now. I... I killed him to give him some relief... At the time, his eyes were vacant, and he was muttering something like 'sarin,' he was obviously senile!"

"Is it Shafulin?"

My voice suddenly rang out, startling the bearded privateer, who then exclaimed in realization.

"Yes...it's Shafulin. They said something about Lord Shafulin's promise...who knows what that is? Trying to get our lives just by reciting a stupid name? Isn't that a complete mental breakdown?!"

Before the subordinate could even look up, he saw a figure sweep past him, followed by a tremendous force that appeared out of nowhere. Iron-like fingers gripped his throat, lifting him high into the air.

"You insignificant ant, how dare you disregard the name of that great man!"

He lowered his head with difficulty, his arms flailing weakly in mid-air, only to find that the one who had lifted him up with his bare hands was none other than me, the tavern owner who had always been kind and gentle.

At that moment, my eyes were wide open, and an astonishing killing intent permeated my body, as if the end of the world had come.

"Wait... a minute... what is Shafulin..." he managed to utter, his eyes darting urgently to the leader beside him. "Save me... boss..."

The privateer leader was also shocked. He hadn't even seen how I moved before his men were firmly under control, and without hesitation, he turned his guns on me.

"Let go! You dare touch my men, you're dead today! I'd like to see who's faster, the gun or you!"

A smile returned to my face as I turned to look at the dark muzzle of the gun. "In this world, good people don't die, bad people don't die, and fools might die. But those who desecrate the name of that great one must die..."

My gaze was as unfathomable as a black hole, looking beyond the muzzle of the gun into the leader's eyes. His expression hardened, and suddenly a clear trigger clicked, followed by a loud bang.

Brains splattered everywhere!

Chapter 307 No Bullets

A head suddenly shattered without warning, like a watermelon split open in mid-air, its disgusting white juice splattering everywhere, terrifying everyone present.

Of course, I wasn't the one who died.

"So, boss? I didn't lie, did I?"

I revealed my first-dimensional left arm armor, its surface gleaming coldly and menacingly menacing. The instant the privateer leader fired, I had moved to the unfortunate man's side, dodging the bullet and casually smashing his skull with a punch.

"You bastard!"

I said coldly, "I'm a bastard? Then what should I call someone like you? Calling you a beast wouldn't be too much of an exaggeration, would it?"

The privateer leader was furious. Seeing his men lose their lives in the blink of an eye, and being powerless to do anything about it from so close by, he no longer cared about maintaining his image as a shrewd and ruthless leader. He roared without any restraint, "Open fire! Kill him!"

That's exactly what I've been waiting to hear!

"System notification: A hostile attack has been detected on the colonists. Counterattack mode is automatically activated!"

I saw two henchmen pull out pistols from under their clothes and fire in my direction. However, considering that their leader was also there, they did not fire indiscriminately, but only fired single shots at my limbs.

But my figure was like a ghost, my long robes billowing as I transformed into a shadowy, wandering spirit, offering no target and impossible to track. Though confined to the tavern, I moved with the effortless grace of an eagle soaring high in the sky.

"Useless! Shoot it in the head!"

After emptying his own magazine, the leader grabbed a gun from one of the drunkard's men and fired three shots. Without hesitation, he moved towards the tavern door, trying to create distance and get into a safer area. His expression showed he was certain that my dodging was extremely exhausting and couldn't last. If he showed even the slightest weakness or faltered, I would be dead on the spot!

Another henchman quickly stepped forward, blocking the leader's path. After rapidly emptying a magazine, he drew his curved knife and lunged at me, who was focused on dodging bullets.

With a clang, the privateer felt as if he had struck something, and the resistance he felt vanished in a very short time, leaving only the pleasant sizzling sound of blood.

He had heard this sound countless times and always believed it to be the most beautiful music in the world, a song of life celebrating the eternity of death.

A disdainful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He was about to perform a fancy sword dance before sheathing his sword when he noticed that his perspective was becoming increasingly strange and tilted until, after a rapid fall, black dots like snowflakes appeared in front of his eyes.

In his last view before the screen went completely black, he saw a headless corpse, with hot blood gushing from its carotid artery...

The colonist system controlled my body. With a flick of my right hand, I wiped the scythe blade from my right arm armor, leaving it stained with blood. I stood in the center of the tavern where the gunfire had ceased, my face cold and stern.

Just a split second ago, as the privateer swung his scimitar to attack me, I had already turned around with incredible precision, and my mithril scythe instantly shot out to strike him in the face!

The sickle sliced ​​through the opponent's ordinary curved sword with ease, as if cutting melons and vegetables, and also cut off his head.

"next."

I explained to myself expressionlessly, looking at the drunken privateer standing there dumbfounded.

The red-nosed privateer trembled as if electrocuted when I swept him with my cold gaze. Pointing his gun at me, he stammered, "Boss... I think we've misunderstood! We meant no disrespect to Lord Shaflin..."

"late."

My tone was full of regret, "I didn't want to get involved in this. But you have trampled on Lord Shafulin's dignity, and I, Zoffy, can never forgive that!"

Having said that, I took a step forward, closing in on the drunken privateer, my face expressionless.

"Boss... don't come any closer! I... I'm going to shoot!"

His voice trembled even more as he tried to steady his shaky hands and aim at my head, but all I heard were my unmoved, contemptuous words.

"Someone as useless as you would only dirty my hands if I killed you. I bet your gun is empty. You want to bet? If I win, you lose a dollar to me..."

Out of bullets?

In a panic, the red-nosed privateer pulled the trigger repeatedly, only to hear a hollow sound from the chamber—it was indeed empty!

...Does this idiot think he's wielding a Desert Eagle with unlimited ammo? You've fired over a dozen shots, don't you know how to change the magazine?

I walked up to him and punched him in the face, sending him flying into the air and knocking him unconscious to the ground.

"You lost, I'll give you a dollar. Next... will it be you?"

Two more bullets whizzed past me.

The privateers who had been standing at the door were now faithfully blocking the tavern entrance, guarding their boss's retreat.

I walked past the fallen privateers and confronted the gatekeeper warrior.

I saw him clench his teeth, his face full of disbelief, trying his best to remain calm as he looked at me.

"You can blow someone's head off with one punch and dodge bullets? Are you a human or a demon?!"

I faced the muzzle of his gun, feeling completely calm.

I could tell this man was terrified. His gun was pointed directly at my head. I knew I could easily blow my brains out with a single shot, but I had this feeling that no matter how I fired, he would dodge it. So I hesitated to pull the trigger, afraid that my fear would become a reality!

"Do you know what I hate most is someone pointing a gun at my head? Even if the gun isn't loaded, I'll still kill him."

I uttered those words softly, but my eyes never once touched him.

"Do you want to take a gamble with me too?"

The privateer's fear, mixed with rage, finally culminated in a roar that broke the string of reason: "You... die!"

A loud bang echoed through the wilderness once more. But just as the privateer was about to fire, a disheveled figure appeared from behind him, grabbed his arms, and raised the gun high.

Then, I kicked the privateer in the groin, sending him and the man behind him flying more than three meters into the air. The two men traced an astonishing arc before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

I walked out of the tavern, looked at the sun high in the sky, and sighed.

Why do some people have to seek death when they're perfectly fine?

Oh yes, I was talking about Burnett. At such a dangerous moment, he actually ran up and blocked the gun, causing my kick to deflect slightly downwards, which affected my attempt to strike his chest. I vaguely heard a cracking sound, and the spot where I kicked felt a little off.

Did someone... end up losing everything?

Hopefully the basket is alright.

Chapter 308 A Mess

Unfortunately, Burnett eventually stood up with veins bulging on his forehead, indicating that he wasn't the one who had his testicles blown out.

I now have two choices.

First, I need to deal with the young privateer standing beside me, knife in hand, his legs trembling. This guy had offended me badly earlier, first with his rude words, then with threats of violence, and even tried to take his anger out on me. This is intolerable; keeping him alive is definitely not a good idea.

Another option is to pursue the privateer leader who's ridden a camel at the speed of a Ferrari. Letting him escape will only result in him bringing more men to block my door, escalating the situation into a never-ending stream of trouble—the kind where you beat the brats only to have the older ones follow.

Neither of these situations is what I want to see, but one cannot have it both ways.

Therefore, I had no choice but to...

Seeing my furtive glances, Burnett said dejectedly, "Boss Zoffy... don't chase after them. This matter started because of me, so I'll handle it. You should leave this place now."

I glanced at him, a little surprised, and said, "You don't think I'm standing up for you, do you? No way, no way?"

Burnett said earnestly, "Boss, I'm not joking with you. They are one of the overlords of this wasteland. If you don't leave now, the tragedy of Ten Pine Manor will repeat itself. Hurry up and leave!"

"Getting impatient? Is this all? Is this all?"

Burnett: "...Boss, do you know that the tone you're using sounds like scum?"

I took a step forward, put two fingers to my lips, whistled loudly across the open field, and then stared at Burnett with my hands behind my back: "I'm not joking with you, nor with them. Once you're in the tavern, I'll decide the good and evil, the cause and effect, and no one can escape it."

A deep, guttural roar suddenly rang out, and a spotted figure descended from the sky, tackling the fleeing red-turbaned figure with a single blow. A stench swept over his back; his armor was as thin as paper before the cold, sharp claws. With just a slight effort, Cheetah One could pierce the skin at the throat and savor the prey's blood.

The red headscarf fell to the ground and struggled to get up and escape, but a claw dug deep into its thigh. As it struggled, the claw dug deeper and deeper, and it could only let out a heart-wrenching scream in despair.

Meanwhile, three powerful wild horses came rushing from afar, following in the footsteps of the punk-style wild horse, responding to my call. They ran faster and faster, almost riding the wind, their hooves off into the air.

The privateer leader, riding his camel, had just stepped onto the dirt trade route, thinking he had finally escaped—I didn't have a sniper rifle, so it was impossible for me to take his life from this distance.

However, the thunderous sound of galloping hooves startled him. Before he could react, the punk-style wild horse had already unleashed its ultimate move: War Stomp!

With its powerful momentum, it suddenly leaped into the air and kicked straight at the dromedary camel!

A hoof slammed into the privateer leader's shoulder, sending him sprawling to the side. Burnett's face lit up with delight, but he was disappointed to see that the leader, thanks to his superb horsemanship, managed to stay afloat and continued his westward escape.

Then the two wild horses following behind the leader of the camels were not to be trifled with either. Taking advantage of the moment when the camel was distracted, they lowered their heads and rammed into it. The two horses knocked the animal, which weighed almost twice as much as themselves, to the ground, where it struggled and let out cries of pain.