The second chief gripped a broad-bladed battle-axe, gave a low roar, and charged first.
Li Ping'an raised his hand.
With a sharp snick, the axe handle snapped.
The heavy axehead landed with a thud, shearing off all the second chief's toes.
"Aah!!"
"I'll fight you to the death today!"
Li Ping'an shrugged. "You did that yourself."
As he spoke, he reached back and shut the door.
Outside, the bandits sensed trouble and tried to rush in.
With a tremendous bang, the heavy doors slammed shut.
The immense impact sent the two nearest bandits flying over ten feet, giving them a bitter taste of pain.
Everyone's expression changed drastically. They had never expected anyone to dare storm the Mountain Gate.
Let alone someone all by himself.
"What do we do now?"
One of the lesser leaders said, "Hurry up and ram the door open!!"
Before long, several bandits hurried over carrying a thick log.
Bang! Bang!!
They battered it several times in succession, but the door would not break open.
Instead, it opened from within.
Creeeak~
Li Ping'an held a whole roast chicken in one hand and carried two pots of wine.
He also had a bundle on his back.
Blood had already pooled across the floor.
A thick smell of blood assailed their nostrils, and they widened their eyes to look.
Inside the hall lay over a dozen corpses, sprawled every which way.
They were the chief and several of the leaders.
Each had died a gruesome, horrifying death.
Every one of them had been beheaded.
Killing them had not taken Li Ping'an much effort, but collecting their heads had taken quite a bit.
After all, they were wanted by the authorities; simply saying he had killed them would not make it count.
He had to bring proof, and there