Strange

Chen Dasheng didn't dare disobey. He slowly rose from the donkey cart, then climbed down.

The instant his foot touched the ground, his knee suddenly buckled, and he nearly fell flat on his face.

The honest, simple-hearted farmer had a lot on his mind.

His eldest son, Chen Dong, had been gravely injured in the city and was still hovering between life and death.

And both he and his second son, Chen Yan, had fallen into the bandits' hands.

If his eldest couldn't be saved, and he and his second son both died at the bandits' hands...

Then what would happen to his wife, Wang Juan, and to Nier and the youngest?

Chen Dasheng's heart was in turmoil. As he stepped down, he glanced at the wooden cart behind the gray donkey, as if searching for the axe there.

Should he fight to the death, or...

Another bandit walked over to the donkey cart and glared viciously at the boy who was still sitting on it.

"You little bastard, I was talking to your old man, not you. Or did you not hear me? Can't you understand human speech?"

He cursed under his breath.

"Get down here!"

But the boy on the cart merely turned his head, unhurriedly, and fixed his gaze on the bandit beside it.

"Are you talking to me?"

His voice was just as unhurried.

The bandit's breath caught. His heartbeat slowed, and he froze on the spot.

For some reason, the boy on the cart seemed to radiate an oppressive force that was impossible to defy.

He had never felt anything like it. It was as if every word the boy had just spoken had struck him in the heart, instantly snuffing out some of his earlier arrogance.

But he quickly came to his senses.

That