Condemning People for Their Words

Because the middle-aged man had dodged, and Feng Jun's skill with the crossbow was far from supernatural, the arrow only struck the outside of his thigh.

The middle-aged man screamed in pain, but instead of slowing down, he ran even faster. He roared, "Kid, you're dead!"

Feng Jun jumped off the rock and chased after him, while the woman also took off at a run.

Yet strangely, despite having an arrow in his leg, the man was still slightly faster than both of them.

After chasing for more than a dozen steps, Feng Jun realized the problem. The man's movements were erratic, and if he fired the crossbow again, he could not guarantee a hit.

So he asked as he ran, "Can I kill him?"

The woman had worse stamina. Panting heavily as she ran, she answered, "Kill him? Oh, this isn't a city. Of course you can kill him. Just throw the body into a ravine."

If he could kill, Feng Jun had far more options for attacking. As he ran, he loaded another steel bolt, then slowed down to steady himself before pulling the trigger.

This time, he aimed for the man's back. The powerful crossbow in his hand could drive a steel bolt through an ordinary red construction brick within fifty meters. It would not pass completely through the brick, but the arrowhead would emerge from the other side.

That shot could very well have taken the man's life.

Yet the facts proved that Feng Jun had been overly cautious again. At that very moment, the middle-aged man suddenly darted left, and the second steel bolt struck squarely into the outside of his right thigh.

This time, he could no longer run. He stumbled and crashed to the ground.

The next moment, he struggled to his feet,