Take Them Out!

Three days later, the carriage came to a narrow mountain road.

The hillsides on both sides of the road are covered with tall maple trees. It is late autumn, and all the leaves have turned fiery red. Every now and then, a red maple leaf is blown down by the wind, swaying and falling from the sky.

The ground was already covered with fallen leaves, and the entire road had turned fiery red, as if a soft and luxurious red carpet had been laid out.

Horses Mercedes-Benz forward, their hooves pounding on the fallen red leaves. The wheels rolled, and the speeding carriage kicked up the leaves, creating a trail of fiery red leaves behind it.

It was nearing noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the weather was quite warm. Victor was driving the carriage, while James and Chen Mo sat inside.

Although it was said that Victor and James took turns driving the carriage, Victor actually drove the carriage outside most of the time, and James would only take over for a while when he got tired.

Victor, the older brother, doted on his younger brother, fearing that he would get sick if he stayed out in the wind for too long.

In fact, ever since the bone claws grew from his arms, James has felt much healthier and more agile and powerful than before, and he doesn't feel tired when driving outside.

However, since he was still too young, Victor tried his best to do all the driving himself.

Wearing a thick overcoat, Victor sat outside the carriage, his sharp eyes fixed on the road ahead. With a gentle tug on the reins, the carriage turned left under his control, following the curve of the hillside.

Suddenly, Victor frowned, pulled hard on the reins, and the two horses came to a stop with a neighing sound.

The sudden deceleration of the carriage caused James inside to lurch forward. He frantically waved his arms, but still couldn't control himself and continued to fall forward.

Just then, a large hand reached out and pressed on his shoulder, pushing him back into his seat.

Once the car had come to a complete stop, Victor's voice came from the front window.

"Sir, the road ahead is blocked!"

James had just settled down when he heard Victor's voice and immediately looked ahead. Through the car window, he saw a dead tree trunk, more than a person's thickness, lying across the middle of the road, blocking the way.

The carriages of that era were not off-road vehicles; their shock absorption systems were very rudimentary. Not to mention a tree trunk thicker than a person, even a slightly larger rock could cause the carriage to break.

But why would such a large section of dead tree trunk appear in the middle of the road?

Judging from its appearance, this tree doesn't look like a dead tree that was blown down by the wind and ended up in the middle of the road. It looks more like it was moved from somewhere else.

James looked at the situation ahead with a bewildered expression, while Chen Mo revealed a meaningful smile.

James, who was in the carriage, and Victor, who was pressed against the windshield and turned around, both saw the smile on Chen Mo's face. They both looked puzzled, but soon their attention was drawn to the commotion outside.

Five men in dirty coats emerged from the maple grove on either side of the carriage. Some carried hunting rifles, some held pistols, and one held an axe in both hands. They grinned menacingly and surrounded the carriage.

"Hey! Kid, get off the car right now!"

The burly man holding the axe swung it lightly as he shouted gruffly at Victor, who was pulling the reins on the carriage.

Clearly, this is a group of highway robbers!

James, who was in the carriage, froze on the spot. His face turned ashen. Having always lived in the manor, he had never encountered such a situation before and was filled with fear.

Although it was the first time Victor had encountered such a situation, there was no fear on his face. Instead, he looked fiercely at the burly man holding the axe, his muscles tensing as if he were ready to attack at any moment.

His fingernails had almost fully grown in; the nails on all ten fingers extended nearly a centimeter beyond the tips of the fingers, with sharp points that reflected a faint golden hue in the sunlight.

He was just worried about not having a chance to verify Chen Mo's statement when someone delivered it to his doorstep, which made him quite excited. He would find out today whether his claws were deformed or had a special ability like James's!

However, Victor did not make any rash moves. Instead, he sat quietly in the driver's seat in front of the car, his eyes cold and ruthless as he looked at the robbers who were closing in.

He was waiting for Chen Mo's orders. After all, their current status was that of Chen Mo's followers, and they had to obey his orders in everything and could not act on their own. This was the most basic requirement for a follower.

Soon, Chen Mo's deep and authoritative voice rang out softly in the carriage.

"Kill them."

Victor was rather simple-minded and didn't consider why Chen Mo would think that two children could defeat five armed adults.

At this point, the battle was already on the line; it was a matter of life or death. At Chen Mo's command, Victor, who was already prepared, rushed out and roared as he charged towards the axe-wielding robber in front of him.

He didn't realize that as he charged forward, his fingernails were gradually growing longer. What was originally just a little bit, less than a centimeter long, quickly grew to more than two centimeters long, and the tips became even sharper.

James, inside the car, saw Victor rush towards the robber through the front window. He panicked, his face turning red with anxiety, his eyes filled with panic.

However, he soon discovered that just as Victor charged forward, a bandit emerged from the woods on the right side of the carriage, laughing disdainfully as he raised his hunting rifle and aimed it at Victor's back. Victor, however, was completely unaware and continued charging toward a burly man wielding an axe.

Seeing Victor in danger, James disregarded his fear and quickly pushed open the car door, rushing out and roaring as he extended six bone claws between his fingers, charging towards the robber who was aiming a shotgun at Victor.

However, the robber had just emerged from the woods and was still several meters away from their carriage. Before he could rush up, the robber had already aimed at Victor and was about to fire.

Seeing that it was too late to stop it, just as James' eyes widened in horror, a sharp gunshot suddenly rang out behind him.

Suddenly, a spray of blood appeared on the gunman's hand as he pointed it at Victor. He cried out in pain and involuntarily released his grip on the shotgun.