Chen Xiaofan's lips curled into a cold sneer as he replied with icy solemnity, "Heh heh heh, what a silver tongue you have, twisting right and wrong, black and white! You can't beat me, so you want to muddle through with an 'misunderstanding'? Do you really take me for a three-year-old child who is so easily fooled? Cut the nonsense. Today, I will uphold justice on Heaven's behalf and bring you vile bandits to justice!" His voice was frosty as ice, carrying undisguised contempt and fury.
"Why must one grievance be repaid with another, great hero? We were strangers to begin with. There really is no need for things between us to come to this! Didn't you want to save that Zhuangyuan Lang? Then why don't we make a deal? The few of us are willing to back off and not lay a hand on Zhuangyuan Lang. In return, great hero, do not lay a hand on us—let us go. How about it?"
Seeing that Chen Xiaofan still refused to spare them, the bandit leader proposed an exchange. Yet he was still making calculations in his heart, thinking that once they killed Zhuangyuan Lang, they could continue throwing their weight around and committing all manner of evil.
But now, that was clearly impossible. He knew this was not the best solution, but at this point, he truly had no better option. He could only compromise with Chen Xiaofan. After all, preserving his life was the most urgent matter. As for opportunities, he could seek them again later. So long as the green hills remained, there would be no shortage of firewood.
Hearing this, Chen Xiaofan found it utterly laughable. His gaze turned even colder as he said with a grim face, "Could you please get the situation straight? It isn't