Thanking Me, the Errand Runner

He did not know Manshi, but when he saw the mountain people who had already died before this, each of them wore an incomprehensible... pride on their face when facing despair.

Yes, pride.

Zhou Chu snorted coldly. "Maybe he's willing."

He shouted at Manshi, "I'll give you one chance. If you're willing to kneel and submit before I count to three, I'll spare your life!"

Manshi's answer came the instant everyone stopped attacking: he swiftly claimed two more lives with his sickle.

Zhou Chu's face darkened at once. "Stubborn fool!"

At his command, the Ability users attacked the man in the middle at the same time. Manshi was instantly skewered into a sieve by ice arrows, scorched by flames, and finally pierced through the back by an earthen spike that thrust up from the ground and hoisted him high into the air.

"Captain, we've dealt with these savages. Where are we going next?"

Zhou Chu glanced at Manshi, hanging in midair like a dead fish, and sneered. "So that's all he had. We're going to Black Moon Village. A bunch of ants—what a waste of my time."

The main force was preparing to set out.

Suddenly, gunfire rang out, and the Ability users who had just surrounded and attacked Manshi and the others fell one after another.

Zhou Chu looked toward the source of the noise and saw a group of somewhat short mountain people.

Judging by their clothing, they were mountain people as well.

They charged out of the bushes with enormous silver machine guns slung over their shoulders.

The oldest looked no more than eleven or twelve, while the youngest seemed only seven or eight. They were actually a group of children.

The remaining Ability users reacted quickly. Walls of earth sprang up from the ground, directly blocking