With one slash, the bald man fell silent in a pool of blood.
Liu Fang turned her gaze toward the woman who had been backing the bald man up.
When she saw Liu Fang looking at her, the woman collapsed in terror and kept scrambling backward.
"L-Liu... Liu Fang, I... I wasn't trying to take your S-Sacrificial Item."
She stammered in fear. Seeing Liu Fang approach with her blade without saying a word, she crawled backward along the ground.
"You two have been in cahoots all along! I'm not an idiot!"
Liu Fang's hand had gone a little numb around the hilt.
Another slash fell, cutting the middle-aged woman clean in two.
Blood spread across the ground.
Then Liu Fang looked toward the two men who had spoken up for her earlier.
"Brother Zhang, Brother Wang, thank you for standing up for me."
"No need to thank us." The man called Brother Zhang hurriedly waved his hand.
"I couldn't stand that damn baldy anyway. Always throwing his weight around and bullying people."
"Exactly, and this woman too!" Brother Wang quickly nodded. "She was always messing around with that damn baldy, acting like we didn't know about their relationship. They were always stirring up trouble and backing each other up."
"Enough talk. Let's drag them off to the side. We can't just leave them here."
"Why bother? Just leave them. We're heading out anyway."
"True."
The three exchanged a few words, then calmly returned to their vehicles and started eating.
Corpses, blood, nausea.
None of it bothered them.
They had long since grown used to seeing dead people.
They were long past being disturbed by blood.
Although a minor incident had occurred before the convoy departed, it did not affect their scheduled departure time.
Chu Sheng stayed in the Netherbone Car,