Chen Xiaofan suddenly heard the bandit speak such shameless words and could not help finding it utterly ridiculous. He had no idea what these people were thinking, actually trying to drag him into the fire pit. How laughable—had their brains been kicked by donkeys?
With a look of utter contempt, he replied in a righteous, ringing voice, "Hmph! You bandits who have committed every evil and lost every shred of conscience—do you expect me to wallow in the mud with you? The things you do, harming innocent commoners, make me sick beyond words! Though I, Chen Xiaofan, may not be some flawless gentleman, I at least know right from wrong, good from evil. I would never deign to keep company with the likes of you!"
"You little bastard, you really refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! We kindly invited you to join us, and you dare refuse? You really don't know how much you weigh! Since that's the case, don't blame us for being rude!"
The bandit leader at the front glared furiously at Chen Xiaofan and said viciously.
Chen Xiaofan's lips curled into a disdainful smile. "Oh? Then I'd like to see what you can do. Use whatever skills you have—don't hold back on my account. Otherwise, later on, you won't even know how you died." His tone was supremely relaxed, as though he did not take these bandits seriously at all.
In Chen Xiaofan's eyes, these few bandits were even more insignificant than ants and utterly unworthy of being his opponents. The only reason he had not dealt with them at once was that he wanted to give them a little more time to struggle in despair. If he truly wanted to act, these bandits would not even have the strength to fight back before being