After a Bright Force martial artist let loose, killing these ordinary knife-wielders could be summed up in one phrase... a tiger among sheep.
Xu Meng was far faster than the knife-wielders. Once he caught up to one, two strokes were all it took.
But there were quite a few of them. Qin Fang had killed only six, and eight or nine were still left. In no time at all, Xu Meng had chased them so far that he was nowhere to be seen.
Qin Fang let out a soft breath and turned to look. The scene had fallen silent.
Only the groans of the wounded broke the stillness.
...The four men who had come over on the same boat as him were almost all injured.
The worst off had been pinned to the ground and hacked at with knives. He was now a blood-soaked mess.
At that moment, someone held him in their arms. He was still alive, but barely clinging to life.
"Blackie, Blackie..."
The men beside him called softly.
He managed to come around a little, then struggled to speak. His words were indistinct; a knife had slashed his neck, and blood bubbled into his mouth.
"I have... seven taels... silver... under the pillow... give... to my... sister..."
As he spoke, blood kept pouring from his wound.
When he finished, his head lolled to one side. His wide-open eyes dimmed...
"Blackie... Blackie?!"
The men beside him called out several times, but he gave no response.
Their faces stricken with grief, they finally reached out and closed his eyes.
Silence fell over the scene.
Qin Fang watched from a distance. He had only met these people once, and they weren't close, so he didn't go over.
Instead, he walked over to Deng Chuan and took a careful look...
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