Man Dies for Wealth, Bird Dies for Food

The Iron Rod Gang's little thugs chatted as they walked.

"Today we visited two villages and made four hundred and twenty taels of silver."

"Tomorrow, we'll visit another two villages, and our assignment to the countryside will be complete."

The one-eyed thug gritted his teeth. "Baldy Brother, we can't let that hunter brat who dared to fight us get away."

"Don't worry. That brat is dead for sure. When we get back, we'll report this to the protectors in the gang. Those protectors spend every day in the gang eating rich food and drinking fine liquor. It's about time we found them something to do."

"Baldy Brother, those protectors really live the good life. How can we become protectors?"

"If you want to be protectors, train hard. Don't waste all your strength on women's bellies. Once you've mastered the Mad Demon Staff Technique, you can apply to become a protector."

"How many years would it take to reach mastery?"

"Martial arts depend on talent. Some people can reach mastery in seven or eight years, while others need more than a decade."

The one-eyed thug bared his big yellow teeth in a grin. "Then I'd rather use my strength on women's bellies. That hunter's wife is pretty good."

"You really can't forget her, can you? Then I'll send you to be stationed in Xiaohe Village. Once we kill that hunter brat, his wife will be yours."

"Thank you, Baldy Brother. I'm taking you at your word."

"Don't worry. It's no big deal."

After walking for half an hour, the group seemed tired. They all sat down by the roadside to drink water and rest.

Lin Feng had been following them through the woods by the road.

When he saw them stop, he immediately stopped as well, changed into black night clothes, and put on a face covering.

Dusk had fallen, and the sky was shrouded beneath a heavy layer of gray.

The lingering glow of the setting sun had long vanished without a trace, replaced by a gloomy, dark yellow haze.

The wind began to howl, carrying a biting chill as it swept up scattered dead leaves from the ground, letting out a piercing shriek.

One thug felt a little cold and pulled his clothes tighter. "Damn it, what kind of cursed weather is this? Why did the wind start blowing when night's almost here?"

"Yeah, I feel a little cold too."

"Baldy Brother, how about we head back first?"

"Wait. We agreed this morning to meet Old Zhao and the others here."

Crouching low, Lin Feng approached the group from the woods, holding an iron rod in each hand.

Lin Feng had not been in this world for long, yet he was either killing people or on the road to kill people.

Unfortunately, there were simply too many people in this world who deserved to die.

If he did not want to endure things like the original owner of this body had, then he had to pick up the butcher's blade.

The place where the thugs rested was right beside the woods.

Only when Lin Feng was a little over ten meters away did someone notice him.

"What was that sound?"

"Look! Someone's running out of the woods."

Before they had even finished speaking, Lin Feng had already charged before them.

Once the Mad Demon Staff Technique reached consummation, one could wield two staffs at once. When the twin staffs danced, they were like a mad demon, making it quite useful in a group fight.

Of course, the Mad Demon Staff Technique's moves lacked any real form, and it could not compare to ranked martial arts.

Before the two thugs by the woods could climb to their feet, Lin Feng had already swung both rods.

Bang! Bang! The two rods struck the heads of the two thugs.

Their brains splattered. They died without even letting out a groan.

Ignoring the other thugs, Lin Feng charged straight at the bald leader.

Among the dozen or so men, only this bald man had trained the Wind Demon Staff Technique to minor mastery. Most of the others had not even entered the door.

And the money pouch was in this bald man's hands.

Only by killing him could Lin Feng seize the silver back.

Since he had taken the risk to make a move, he certainly could not return empty-handed.

By the time Lin Feng rushed before the bald man, he had already risen to his feet.

Lin Feng swung the rod in his right hand at the bald man's head.

The bald man darted backward and dodged it.

Lin Feng immediately swung the rod in his left hand, chopping diagonally at the bald man's shoulder.

The bald man blocked with the iron rod in his hand.

Clang! The iron rod in the bald man's hand was sent flying by Lin Feng's blow.

Lin Feng activated the Golden Bell Shield. Every strike he made carried the force of a thousand jin.

The bald man staggered back two steps, fell onto his backside, and immediately threw the money pouch in front of him.

"Spare me, Hero! There are over four hundred taels of silver in that pouch. Take it all, just spare my life!"

Lin Feng did not bother with the money pouch. Today, he wanted both the silver and these men's lives.

Lin Feng stepped directly over the money pouch and swung his rod at the bald man's head.

The bald man was quite nimble. He rolled to the side and dodged, scattering a handful of lime powder at the same time.

Lin Feng quickly raised his arm to shield his eyes.

The lime powder Lin Feng had used against Wang Shanxiong had been found on the Feng Brothers, who had claimed to be members of the Iron Rod Gang.

How could Lin Feng possibly fail to guard against it?

By then, the other thugs had reacted.

Three thugs wielding iron rods struck at Lin Feng's back at the same time.

Hearing the whoosh of the rods, Lin Feng swept the rod in his right hand backward.

Clang! Clang! Clang! The three incoming iron rods were knocked flying by Lin Feng.

The webbing between the thumbs and forefingers of the three thugs who had ambushed Lin Feng split open from the shock. Clutching their wrists, they retreated.

The bald thug had just begun to get up.

Lin Feng stepped forward and delivered a Wild Donkey Kick to the bald thug's head.

The bald thug was kicked into the air.

Before he could hit the ground—

Whoosh! Lin Feng swung his rod again, striking the bald thug's head and sending his skullcap flying.

Seeing this, the other thugs who had still wanted to charge forward were so terrified their souls fled their bodies. They turned to scatter and run.

Lin Feng charged into the crowd, his twin rods dancing. One strike took down one thug.

Lin Feng dealt with the one-eyed thug first.

That bastard had dared to insult his wife. Killing him with one strike would have been letting him off too easily.

There were too many thugs, and in the end, two still managed to escape.

The two thugs fled in opposite directions, and one of them even snatched up the money pouch amid the chaos.

This fellow truly wanted money more than life.

Lin Feng chased after the thug carrying the money pouch.

This thug had little skill and poor stamina.

After running only a hundred meters, he was already panting heavily from exhaustion.

As Lin Feng drew closer and closer, he finally realized he had made the wrong decision.

If he had not picked up that money pouch, he might have been able to pick up his life instead. Now, he was probably in danger.

After two breaths, Lin Feng was less than ten meters away from him.

Hearing the footsteps behind him closing in, the thug panicked completely.

He threw the money pouch aside and shouted, "I don't want the money anymore! Stop chasing me!"

How could Lin Feng let him go? With a flick of his right hand, he threw the iron rod.

Pfft! The iron rod pierced through the thug's back and emerged from his chest.

The thug pitched forward, blood constantly coughing from his mouth.

Lin Feng walked over, planted a foot on the thug's back, and pulled the iron rod free with his right hand.

The thug's body twitched, and then he was dead.

Lin Feng thought, This really was a case of man dying for wealth and bird dying for food.

If you hadn't taken that money pouch, I might have gone after the other man instead.

Lin Feng slung the money pouch over his back and turned to chase the other man.

But before he had gone far, dense footsteps sounded ahead.

Lin Feng looked closely and saw twenty or thirty people running toward him, all holding iron rods.

One of them shouted, "Protector, it was that man in black! He killed our men and stole the money pouch!"

At that moment, footsteps also appeared behind Lin Feng. Another twenty or thirty people had surrounded him.