Responsibility

"Northwest! Watch the northwest!"

"There's a giant rock in the northwest mountains, the archer is there!"

Chen Feng shouted at the top of his lungs, ensuring his voice wouldn't be drowned out by the other noises.

Everyone was startled.

While controlling their horses, they all turned to look in the northwest direction.

Swish!

An arrow broke through the air.

Wang Huan reacted quickly, drawing his saber at the last moment to split the arrow.

He protected his horse.

Knowing the archer's location made things much better. Everyone was a martial artist, and their reaction speed was extremely fast.

They just needed to keep an eye on the archer's movements.

And block in time.

As the saying goes, a direct spear is easy to dodge, but a hidden arrow is hard to guard against.

After several arrows were blocked, the archer knew he was exposed and could only watch helplessly as they left his range.

He could do nothing about it.

If there were more archers, perhaps they would have had a chance to keep Chen Feng and the others.

But it was incredibly difficult to train one.

Among so many mountain bandits, only one had accurate aim.

The mountain bandits could only glare angrily at Chen Feng and his group, helpless as they watched their retreating backs.

Not only did they waste their efforts, but they also lost several brothers, a complete loss.

The bandit leader looked unwilling. He took out a jar from his embrace and angrily smashed it on the ground.

The pottery jar hit the ground with a crisp sound, shattering into pieces.

A small flying insect flew out of the jar.

"Retreat!"

The wind whistled past their ears.

The scenery beside them blurred as it rapidly receded.

The road was bumpy, and the wooden planks of the carriage swayed and creaked.

No one knew how long they had been running.

It wasn't until the horses were exhausted and had to stop to rest that everyone found a hidden spot to stop and recuperate briefly.

Zhang Jiu was in the best condition and had the strength, so Chen Feng asked him to keep watch behind them.

Cheng Tingxue also stepped out of the horse carriage with her maid. Her face was pale, clearly quite frightened.

"We're not far from the next inn."

Chen Feng recalled the route they had taken and estimated the distance. He spoke, "We need to replenish our water and food supplies quickly. The horses also need fodder."

Cheng Li nodded. He completely trusted Chen Feng now, and the facts had proven Chen Feng's decisions were sound.

Remaining calm in a crisis left a deep impression.

"No, we can't run anymore... The horses can't take it, and neither can we."

The martial artist who had been shot was bandaging his wound while enduring intense pain.

Fortunately, the arrow wasn't poisoned, or he would have truly been doomed this time.

"Heh heh... You can't blame your companion for this. You asked him to scout the mountain ridge, and what happened? He slacked off."

"He probably just turned a corner and came right back," Wang Huan sneered.

The injured martial artist remained silent.

He understood Wang Huan was correct.

Moreover, recalling the escape scene just now, he vaguely felt that his friend had deliberately slowed down, intending to use him as a human shield.

"This... How can all the responsibility be blamed on me?" the square-faced martial artist became anxious.

"If not you, then who? Your current state is entirely your responsibility. Madam Cheng, you must remember this."

Wang Huan deliberately spoke clearly and loudly, intending for Cheng Tingxue to hear.

The Square-faced Martial Artist's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively retorted:

"I clearly didn't see anyone."

"Heh, no one... so many Mountain Bandits, did they pop out of you? Did you climb up to check? You know best."

"Th-that's because they hid well."

"That's still your problem!"

Just as the two were arguing incessantly.

Chen Feng slowly stood up, walked to Wang Huan's side, and looked coldly at the Square-faced Martial Artist.

"Kneel and admit your mistake, or get lost."

The Square-faced Martial Artist was stunned.

Then he became furious.

"On what grounds!"

Chen Feng said nothing, merely putting on his Fine Iron Knuckle Duster.

He felt he was being tolerant, giving everyone a chance to make mistakes.

But he absolutely could not tolerate someone who knew they were wrong but refused to change remaining in the team.

Provoking him repeatedly.

Refusing to repent.

Stubborn as a dead duck.

Reasoning with such a person was useless; fists were needed.

"You, what do you want to do!"

The Square-faced Martial Artist immediately panicked.

Chen Feng remained silent.

He took another step towards him.

Wang Huan had been annoyed by this fellow for a long time. Seeing Chen Feng about to make a move, he would support him with all his might.

"I'm from the Xu Family! You can't lay a hand on me! Madam! Madam!"

Cheng Tingxue didn't respond.

It seemed like tacit agreement.

"You guys, control him! What right does he have to make decisions! It's me now! It might be you later!"

The Square-faced Martial Artist stumbled back a step.

He yelled at everyone.

However, not a single person responded.

Among them were Cheng Li and another Xu Family martial artist.

The Square-faced Martial Artist could clearly feel everyone's exclusion, and he was very angry.

He pointed at Chen Feng and said:

"Aren't you wrong too! If you had gone yourself, how would you have ended up in this situation!"

Chen Feng sneered:

"Yes, I was also wrong, I didn't realize there was a useless person in the team who couldn't be kept."

"So now I'm going to kick this useless person out to avoid bigger problems."

The Square-faced Martial Artist roared at the others:

"What are you doing! Don't you see he's going to attack his own people?!"

"His own people..."

Chen Feng felt like laughing.

The next second.

Bang!

A Great Swing Hammer directly hit the Square-faced Martial Artist's mouth!

The hard knuckle dusters.

They directly broke one of the Square-faced Martial Artist's front teeth.

Instantly, his mouth was bloody and mangled.

The Square-faced Martial Artist cried out in pain, clutching his face, blood dripping down, his mind a complete blank.

He never expected Chen Feng would actually make a move.

No one else expected this.

Chen Feng was so decisive.

"Do you know you were wrong?"

Chen Feng asked coldly.

"You damn..."

The Square-faced Martial Artist was about to curse when Chen Feng's next punch flew straight towards his face!

Bang!

The bridge of his nose snapped with this blow.

Snot and tears mixed with blood, rolling out together.

"Do you know why I hit you?"

Chen Feng continued to ask.

The Square-faced Martial Artist roared in anger, suddenly dropping the hands covering his face and reaching for the Saber at his waist.

Seeing this, Chen Feng.

Without any hesitation, he kicked towards his stomach.

"Ugh..."

The Square-faced Martial Artist writhed on the ground in pain, feeling like he was about to vomit his Stomach Acid.

"Admit you're wrong?"

Chen Feng asked as usual.

However, this time Chen Feng didn't even want to wait. He raised his hand, about to swing another punch at the Square-faced Martial Artist's face.

"I was wrong!!!"

"Spare me!!!"

The loud noise was so great that even Zhang Jiu, who was scouting from afar, could hear the commotion.

The Square-faced Martial Artist knelt on the ground, begging Chen Feng not to continue.

If this continued, he would truly be beaten to death!

"I shouldn't have been lazy, I shouldn't have talked back to you, I shouldn't have shirked responsibility... It's my fault, all my fault, please spare me."

Tears mixed with blood streamed down the square-faced martial artist's face, making him look utterly pathetic.

Even Cheng Tingxue couldn't help but feel a pang of pity. She hesitated, wanting to speak, but ultimately kept silent.

Instead, she left everything to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng didn't respond to the plea for mercy, merely watching quietly.

The square-faced martial artist continued to cry out:

"Let me stay! I'll listen to you from now on! I'll do whatever you tell me to do! I won't slack off! Give me another chance! Please, give me another chance!"

He didn't even bother with the pain on his face.

He could tell that Chen Feng was the sole authority in the current group.

Even if Chen Feng expelled him from the caravan, no one would speak up for him.

And out here.

In these deep mountains and old forests.

Traveling alone was no different from seeking death!

A random group of bandits could easily take his life.