Chen Xiaofan and the others' words had been heard loud and clear by the bandits. Once they finished listening, the bandits immediately realized there was no way back for them. Only one path lay before them—run! Perhaps that would leave them with a sliver of hope for survival. If they did not run, were they supposed to sit here and wait for death? They had to give it everything they had; even if they failed, at least they would not be left with too many regrets.
The three exchanged a tacit glance. Though none of them spoke, it was as if their hearts were linked. Without hesitation, they dashed wildly in the same direction.
Watching them flee in a miserable panic like startled birds, Chen Xiaofan found it absurdly amusing. He secretly chuckled, Hmph, no one has ever escaped from my hands yet! Since they enjoy running so much, I might as well play along with them.
At that moment, Chen Xiaofan was like a seasoned hunter, leisurely watching his prey flee. He was not worried in the slightest; instead, he found the chase rather entertaining.
"Benefactor, those bandits have all run away. Why are you not chasing them? Aren't you afraid they'll simply vanish without a trace?"
At the side, the Red-robed Zhuangyuan Lang watched Chen Xiaofan's relaxed and unruffled manner. His heart was filled with confusion and incomprehension, and he could not help asking.
The corners of Chen Xiaofan's lips lifted slightly into a faint smile. He seemed utterly unconcerned with the situation before him as he replied calmly:
"When have you ever seen Sun Wukong escape from Buddha's palm? No matter. If they want to run, let them run to their hearts' content. No matter how they struggle, they will ultimately be unable to escape my control."