"You mongrels, have a Flashbang!"
Ying Ming Hao raised a grenade-sized Flashbang high, poised to throw it.
His movement sent panic through the bandits behind him, giving them another fright.
Yet second after second ticked by, and Ying Ming Hao never actually threw the Flashbang.
Instead, the distance between him and the bandits steadily widened.
The bandits immediately realized they had fallen into another trap he had laid.
"You damned little thief! Once I catch you, I'll tear out your tendons, strip off your skin, and render every scrap of your flesh into oil!"
A vicious-looking bandit with a face full of brutish flesh ground his teeth in rage, cursing nonstop.
The other bandits chimed in, voicing their hatred and fury toward Ying Ming Hao.
Driven by anger, the bandits launched an even fiercer assault, pulling out every trick they had as all manner of weapons rained down on Ying Ming Hao.
Their legs seemed to stir up the wind as they sprinted desperately, even throwing off showers of sparks from the friction of their tremendous speed.
Faced with enemies who refused to give up the chase, Ying Ming Hao did not panic.
He suddenly turned and shouted at the bandits, "Hey, sons of mine, catch another Flashbang!"
As he spoke, he deliberately shook the Flashbang clutched in his hand.
"Hmph, spare us that trick! This fellow is as sly as a fox. He's just trying to distract us so he can slip away.
Don't fall for it! Put your backs into it and catch that little bastard!"
The bandit leading the group saw straight through Ying Ming Hao's scheme, spat viciously, and ordered his men to keep pursuing.
This was already Ying Ming Hao's fourth time pulling the same stunt. To think he still hoped to frighten them-what