Chapter 7: He who kills shall be killed by others

  Right!

  The machete chopped down hard on the spot where he was just now, with most of the blade deeply embedded in the mud. Yang Bo took advantage of Jun Han's bent-over position and flew up with one foot, fiercely kicking towards Jun Han's face. Unexpectedly, his body was too weak, and this kick landed on Jun Han's shoulder instead.

  Jun Han's body swayed twice, and he turned around nonchalantly, holding his knife and staring at Yang Bo, as if looking at a pig or sheep waiting to be slaughtered. He had already seen through Yang Bo's weakness and basically couldn't dodge his attack again.

  Yang Bo used both hands to barely support his heavy body, slowly and painfully moving backwards. At this moment, he still refused to give up. Yang Bo's gaze was fixed tightly on the enemy's movements in front of him, and he was even considering how to use the smallest cost to exchange for the most severe outcome...

  Just as Yang Bo was about to find a stone to knock himself out, something in his waist kept bumping him. Yang Bo reached out and touched it, and his heart was greatly delighted - it was that can of spray paint!

  With a face covered in bloodstains, looking like a fierce ghost, the military man held up his waist knife and stepped closer step by step. The heavy footsteps struck Yang Bo's heart heavily with each step...

  Wow!

  Jun Han grasped the knife with both hands and slashed down at Yang Bo's body fiercely. If he was hit, it would be a fatal blow.

  Hmph...

  Hmph...

  When Jun Han's shoulder slumped, Yang Bo made his move. He pressed down on the nozzle and sprayed it straight at Jun Han's face.

  Jun Han had long been prepared for Yang Bo's endless small tricks, and as soon as he saw Yang Bo's hand tremble, he subconsciously tilted his head to one side, followed by a swift kick that landed squarely on Yang Bo's chest.

  Yang Bo let out a miserable cry and flew out, this kick was very powerful, almost crushing the bones in his chest.

  Bang!

  A sharp pain came from behind, and he found himself lying on a slope of earth. The can of spray paint had rolled away several times and fell far away from him. Yang Bo's face turned pale, now even the route to retreat was gone, if only he had a lighter in his hand earlier...

  Jun Han gritted his teeth and shed tears on the spot, earlier he reacted quickly but some of the spray still got into his eyes, which were now burning with a scorching pain.

  Everything in front of him was blurry and he couldn't see anything. Jun Han didn't dare to rub his eyes, but instead wiped his face with one hand. With his blurred vision, he saw that his hand was sticky with a piece of something. Suddenly, a thread of fear sprouted in Jun Han's heart. This thief was really troublesome, and he regretted choosing such a stubborn person to deal with.

  In the distance came Yang Bo's humming and moaning, Jun Han shed a lot of tears, his eyes finally felt a bit better, and he could see things clearly again.

  Jun Han stared at Yang Bo with a hateful gaze, his eyes fixed on the figure huddled under the slope. A mix of hatred and pleasure churned in his heart as he decided to let Yang Bo taste the agony of living death soon.

  Just then, a "plop" sound came from the originally tense and silent slope.

  Jun Han's footsteps suddenly stopped, he stood still and looked down in disbelief, a black wooden stick protruded from his right abdomen, the sharp head was still dripping with blood!

  Bang!

  The dagger in Jun Han's hand fell to the ground, and he lightly touched the protruding wooden stick with a trembling hand. An expression called fear spread through his eyes, and his face began to turn pale.

  "Where did this wooden stick come from? Why is it stuck in my chest...?"

  "Knock knock"

  He swayed for a moment and then fell to the ground like a wooden stake.

  A black figure slowly emerged from behind Jun Han, and Yang Bo was shocked by this sudden change. When he saw Tie Niu's dark face clearly, he finally put his mind at ease.

  "Hehe......"

  Yang Bo felt that his life was still quite big, he just wanted to lean against the stone wall and stand up, but unexpectedly, his calf was dizzy again, and he sat back on the ground with a thud.

  "Tiě Niú, how did you come back?" Yang Bo waved his hand wearily at Tiě Niú.

  Tie Niu didn't answer, he quickly walked up to Yang Bo and helped him sit up from his tilted position.

  "Go, see if there's anything edible on him, I'm starving to death..." Yang Bo pointed at the military man's corpse, his heart had just relaxed when his head suddenly felt extremely dizzy. Yang Bo knew that his blood sugar had dropped to a dangerous level.

  Tie Niu was still visibly shaken and hadn't recovered from the shadow of murder, cowering beside Yang Bo and trembling all over. After hearing Yang Bo's orders, he struggled to get up, but tripped halfway. When he arrived at the prostrate Military Han, Tie Niu didn't dare look at his appearance, instead using one hand to grope around on his body. Unexpectedly, Military Han's corpse suddenly twitched, and Tie Niu was so frightened that his heart nearly burst as he let out a loud cry, running behind the earth slope like he had seen a ghost and refusing to show his face again.

  Yang Bo's eyes were sharp, and he saw Tie Niu throw a pancake onto the ground in front of Jun Han. With a sudden surge of energy, Yang Bo quickly crawled to the pancake on all fours, not caring whether Jun Han was dead or alive, nor noticing that the pancake had picked up a lot of dirt. He wiped it off and took a big bite.

  A big mouthful of noodles slid down into his stomach with the warm saliva, and Yang Bo let out a satisfied sigh. Only those who have suffered from hunger know how happy it is to have one mouthful of food in this chaotic world.

  Three mouths two mouths finished their own share, Yang Bo used great willpower to control his desire to continue eating, he handed over the remaining half of the pancake to Tie Niu's still shaking hands, patted Tie Niu's shoulder: "Eat something first, no matter what happens don't come out, I'll clean up..."

  "Clear the scene?" Tie Niu looked at Yang Bo's back with some confusion, but his curiosity was soon diverted by the pancake in his hand.

  Yang Bo slowly walked up to Jun Han and squatted down beside him. Jun Han was still struggling to take his last breath, not quite dead yet.

  "Premeditated murder, with particularly heinous circumstances. Death penalty, to be carried out immediately!" Yang Bo whispered a sentence in Jun Han's ear, picked up the waist knife on the ground and stabbed it into his chest.

  Jun Han's eyes suddenly widened in anger, and his throat let out a loud "hoh" sound...

  Soon, with the last blood foam bursting from the corner of his mouth, he finally died with a reluctant gaze.

  Yang Bo sat on the ground, resting for a while, then got up to take a look at the military man who had already died. The corpse was stiff and cold, just like it had been pulled out of the refrigerator. Yang Bo didn't know what consequences would come from killing this military man, but suddenly he thought, if he took the military man's head to claim a reward, how would that be? Maybe he could exchange it for a few taels of silver by saying he killed a bandit?

  "Alas, but I'm completely unfamiliar with this business process!" Yang Bo sighed and shook his head, negating the tempting idea.

  The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of a reason why. Yang Bo simply stopped thinking about it. Compared to the thrilling and dangerous situation earlier, his fear of killing someone for the first time was nothing.

  "What about him then?" Tie Niu asked timidly, pointing at Jun Han

  "Just let him be......" Yang Bo said with a wave of his hand, and then curiously asked: "Tie Niu brother, how did you think to come back and save me?"

  Tie Niu looked a bit constrained "I'm worried about brother's safety, so I've been following you guys..."

  Tie Niu was inarticulate, and couldn't say anything earth-shaking, but still moved Yang Bo to tears. He patted Tie Niu's shoulder "Good brother, thanks to you"

  Just then, Tie Niu suddenly exclaimed and pointed into the distance, "What's that?"

  Yang Bo took a look and saw two cavalrymen riding horses rushing towards here from afar...