Ning Luo adjusted his state of mind and took a deep breath. "All right, I understand."
"That's good. Leave the Bloodthirsty Snake behind, and you can go," the captain said.
A trace of coldness flashed through Ning Luo's eyes. "Since there's no way to settle this peacefully, then let's kill."
Hearing Ning Luo's words, the mercenaries beside him burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! Did you hear that? This brat says he wants to kill us!" Before the man had even finished speaking, the dagger in Ning Luo's hand shot out and pierced straight through his throat.
Ning Luo never even looked at him.
He stared at Ning Luo in disbelief. How could a youth of fourteen or fifteen possibly kill him?
But reality was often cruel. Blood gushed from his neck. He tried to cover the hole in his throat with his hand, but he could not stop it at all. Blood kept pouring out.
His expression gradually changed, from shock to fear, and from fear to lifelessness.
He collapsed to his knees, then toppled forward and died an unnatural death.
At that moment, everyone stared at Ning Luo in utter shock.
They could not believe that Ning Luo actually dared to kill someone. More importantly, not only did he dare to kill, he did it with such practiced ease.
Though killing someone made him somewhat uncomfortable, he had prepared himself mentally before acting.
He understood that in this cruel world where the strong preyed on the weak, he would have no idea how much blood would stain his hands in the future. If he was afraid even to kill, then he was unworthy of living in this world.
Ning Luo took a deep breath, steadied his mind, then raised his eyes and looked at the others.
He understood that whoever