Chapter 30: Hunter and Prey (4)

  Yang Shuang looked ahead, put down the rifle, and took out a dagger from his boot. He cut some branches, scraped off the wet bark, and built a pyramidal structure in the middle of the group. After everything was ready, he took a packet of gunpowder from Cui Bing's hand, sprinkled it on the branches, and then fired a shot with the rifle, igniting the gunpowder. The branches slowly started to burn. However, since it had just rained, the branches burned poorly, producing thick smoke that made Yang Ji Rong cough uncontrollably, not to mention Su Yun Feng and the others.

  But anyway, the fire gave them some warmth, more of which was comfort and hope for survival.

  However, the flames also gave the enemy a clear target to attack.

  Yang Shuangfeng gazed deeply ahead, as if he had turned into a statue. The thick smoke from the inadequately burning bonfire drifted towards him, making his nose itch unbearably, and he couldn't help but dig at it with force, this uncouth movement was seen by Su Yunruo, who suddenly felt even more disgusted by him, disdainfully retreating two steps back to distance herself from him. Yang Shuangfeng responded in kind with a scornful cold smile, not even bothering to glance at her.

  But just at this moment, a sudden snap of a branch startled Yang Shuofeng. He hastily turned his head and immediately realized that trouble was brewing.

  Watanabe's sharp long knife was stuck on Su Rong's snow-white neck, and he didn't know where Watanabe came from.

  Yang Shuangfen didn't know Watanabe Lang, but he could feel that the person was him. He was short and stout, with well-developed muscles, his small eyes emitting a fierce light that made people feel uncomfortable, his bald head was smooth and shiny, with three small braids at the back, each braid ending with a small golden skull.

  Cai Bingxiao suddenly let out a terrified shriek: "You're a remnant of the Chi Lian Sect?"

  Watanabe Lang did not speak, but the fierce light in his eyes flashed, and he was obviously hit by Cui Bing's words.

  However, all of this did not intimidate Yang Shuangfeng. No matter who the opponent was from the Red Lotus Sect, they had little effect on him. The only thing he worried about was the opponent's calmness and composure. Even when faced with the Tuqishi rifle, the opponent did not show any fear.

  "I think it's time for me to have the final say." Watanabe Rō said gloomily after a long silence, revealing his yellowish teeth.

  Yang Shuangfeng's gun muzzle didn't leave his head, but Watanabe was also extremely cunning and absolutely wouldn't give Yang Shuangfeng a chance. Su Yunruo's face turned pale like the white belly of a dead fish floating on the surface of a lake in winter, completely hopeless. Just thinking about the humiliation she would soon face made her wish to die immediately.

  "Put down your gun, or I'll kill her." Watanabe's voice was low, but it carried a cruel and bloody tone.

  Yang Shuang looked at Su Yun deeply and said casually, "You can kill her if you want, I don't care. But I need to remind you that the Cai family's assets are all stored in a bank in Ronisia Federation, south of Menis, and without her signature, it's impossible to withdraw them."

  Watanabe's cunning face peeked out, and he smiled slyly at Yang Shuofeng: "General Yang Shuofeng, don't pretend to be nonchalant. I know exactly what you're thinking in your heart. You can't bear the thought of me killing her. You still dream of embracing her plump body and sleeping together under the same quilt one day! Look at her, her breasts are so full and ripe, two nipples almost bursting out of her clothes. Hmm, if I could caress such a pair every night before sleep, even if it meant becoming a god, I wouldn't be willing to give it up. Haha, just by looking at your eyes, I can tell you're already smitten with this beauty. Don't pretend to be proper anymore... watch as I lightly draw a blood mark on her neck... Oh, what a white and tender neck she has! How I pity her..."

  The long knife slowly slid across Su Yunruo's pale neck, and a faint blood line seeped out, forming a bright red crystal drop along the blade. Su Yunruo's eyes were tightly closed, her chest heaving rapidly, clearly terrified in her heart, while the feeling of being publicly humiliated filled her mind with suicidal thoughts. However, Watanabe Lang seemed to be appreciating a work of art, his small eyes gleaming with a sinister light, looking down on everything before him, as if the blood had stimulated his inner desire, filling his body with a sense of sadistic pleasure.

  Yang Shuang's face grew increasingly somber, and finally he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. Word by word, he said: "Watanabe Lang, you win, you really did guess my thoughts. I'll agree to it, just let her go."

  "Don't! Can't!"

  Su Yunruo had completely lost all hope of survival, her eyes barely opened and then closed again in despair. Two tears of utter sadness rolled down her beautiful face, falling silently to the ground, mingling with the rainwater on the earth.

  Yang Shuangfeng slowly raised the Türgesh rifle in his hand, holding it above his head, then slowly and laboriously crouched down, each movement seeming to be filled with a thousand pounds of force. Finally, after what felt like thousands or tens of thousands of years to Cai Bingxiao, Yang Shuangfeng was completely squatting on the ground, then slowly put down the rifle in his right hand, each movement so solemn and yet so painful that others couldn't bear to watch, except for Tobari who revealed a cruel and cold smile.

  Covering her face with her hands, she moaned in pain: "General Yang, don't..."

  Yang Ji Rui was also numb all over, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

  Suddenly, Yang Shuangfeng's body jerked violently, and Yang Jirui felt a flash before his eyes. He vaguely saw Yang Shuangfeng's body lose its balance, instantly falling to the ground, rolling around, and then quickly getting up on one knee. The muzzle of the rifle in his hand emitted a burst of light smoke, followed by a dull gunshot. Then, under everyone's disbelieving and terrified gaze, Watanabe's body swayed, his long knife slowly leaving Su Yunruo's neck before falling into the muddy water. His body staggered, taking three steps to the left and then stumbling backward three steps to the right, like a drunk person who could never stand still. His left hand tightly covered his throat, with bright red blood flowing out from between his fingers.

  Yang Shuangfeng stood up coldly, his voice as icy as if it came from the ice cellar of the Elroth continent: "I warned you earlier not to compete with me for money or women, otherwise you will die a terrible death. You should remember that."

  Watanabe's eyes blazed with fury as he stared at Yang Shuangfeng, his body trembling with rage. But Yang Shuangfeng showed no fear, calmly walking forward to pick up the fallen sword and raising it high before bringing it down in a swift, deadly arc that severed Watanabe's head from his shoulders. The blood gushing from the severed neck sent Watanabe's head flying into the air, where it was caught by Yang Shuangfeng with the flat of his blade and sent rolling to the ground, coming to rest at the feet of a bandit who had been sneaking up on them. The bandit looked down, saw the head, and fainted dead away.

  However, it wasn't just him who was frightened out of his wits. Su Ling, Cai Xianxian and Cai Mianmian had never seen anyone beheaded alive in their lives. Cai Bingxia managed to control herself with great effort, but her upper and lower teeth were chattering violently.

  Yang Shuangfeng held the long knife with blood on it, staring around him with a fierce gaze. Around them, more than ten bandits had appeared, but each one was shocked by what they had just seen and didn't dare to move. Under everyone's watchful eyes, Yang Shuangfeng walked over with big strides, picked up the head of Watanabe Ryo with blood all over his face, and tried to take down the three golden skulls on his hair braid. However, the three small things were tied very tightly, and he couldn't untie them for a while. So, he impatiently took out his long knife, cut off the braid, then pulled out the scattered hair from the golden skulls, and finally smiled with satisfaction after putting the golden skulls into his pocket. He also kicked Watanabe Ryo's head to some unknown corner with one foot. All the enemies were intimidated by his cruelty and greed, and several timid bandits even trembled all over their bodies.

  "Get out!" A low word burst from Yang Suofeng's teeth, his eyes gleaming with ferocity.

  However, the frightened bandits had not yet reacted. In their minds, they wanted to spread their legs and run, but their legs did not listen to orders. Yang Suofeng raised his long knife with a ferocious expression and walked towards one of the nearest bandits. The bandit finally came to his senses, let out an "ah" cry, turned around and ran, but unexpectedly tripped over branches behind him and fell, instantly covering his face in blood.

  The other bandits also became flustered and retreated, but still maintained their stance facing Yang Su. However, this stance did not last long, and soon the remaining bandits suddenly fell into a panic, with someone whispering, "The government troops are coming! The government troops are coming!" Immediately, uncontrollable fear spread rapidly among the bandits, who saw Yang Su as if he were a demon reincarnated. Their hearts were already shattered, and after hesitating for less than three seconds, they turned around and ran, their movements swift like a group of lions just released from their cage. In no time at all, they had fled completely.

  Yang Suofeng let out a breath, the long knife in his hand falling to the ground with a clang, almost hitting his own toes. He sat down slowly, leaning against a thorny bush and panting heavily, even though the thorns were piercing him all over, he didn't want to get up again. The series of actions just now had exhausted all his strength. After all, this was just human instinct, not the result of long-term training. Although his past experiences of surviving alone in the wilderness had tempered his extraordinary physique and reactions, which had luckily saved his life, it didn't mean he was an invincible war god who couldn't be killed. In fact, he was just a normal person with flesh and blood. Now, as long as someone casually picked up a small knife, they could easily cut off his trachea without using any strength at all.

  However, the danger seems to have passed, and reinforcements have arrived. As expected, a while later, from the west came the sound of a large group of people marching on foot, with occasional neighing of horses, and judging by the chaotic footsteps, there should be several hundred people. But Yang Shuangfeng did not look happy, he just stared at the road to the west with an expressionless face. The reinforcements have indeed arrived, but which one is it?