"This—this!"
Scarface, who had witnessed everything clearly, was scared shitless. What kind of monster was this student? From five kilometers away, he'd killed the sniper in an instant. Was he even human?
How stupid did they have to be to provoke a monster like this? Weren't they just asking to die?!
But it was already too late—far too late. Only after most of his men had died did he realize how terrifying the situation was. What good would that do him now?
"I have to escape. I need to tell the boss immediately." Scarface turned and ran, pushing himself to the limit. He wished his parents had given him a few extra legs.
But before he'd gone more than a few steps, Xia Ping appeared in front of him.
"No, no!"
Scarface screamed in terror. "We were wrong, truly wrong. We shouldn't have provoked you. Please spare me this once. I won't dare do it again. I really won't!"
Xia Ping stepped forward and threw a punch. Tiger Fist: Fierce Tiger Exits the Gate!
Bang!
In an instant, Scarface took the blow to the chest. His heart was pulverized, and his body went flying, smashing through five or six trees with a series of cracking sounds.
By the time he hit the ground, he was already dead. Scarface's eyes were wide open, his final expression one of regret, resentment, and fear.
If he could turn back time, he wouldn't have led his men here to wipe out the students even if someone beat him to death.
"Spare you?"
Xia Ping gazed calmly at Scarface's corpse, his eyes devoid of emotion. "How ridiculous. Forgiving you is Yama's job. My job is to send you to meet him!"
For bandits who wanted him dead, there was only one answer: kill them!
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