"Move again, and you'll die too!" Xiao Feng pointed the gun at the bewildered man and said coldly.
anwhile, Hui Yi and the others had already scattered in fear the mont the gunshot rang out.
The only person still standing in the field finally noticed Xiao Feng.
He instinctively tried to raise his pistol, but just halfway up, Xiao Feng shot him in the wrist.
"Ahhhhh!"
The man fell to the ground with a miserable scream, his eyes filled with resentnt but more so with fear.
Xiao Feng walked down the steps unhurriedly, speaking as he moved: "I don't need to tell you, you should already know, you won't live.
However, how you die will be up to to decide. If you want to suffer less, cooperate obediently.
I ask, you answer, understand?"
The tone of these words was gentle, like coaxing a child, but it was obvious that no one present would consider him friendly.
The man on the ground continuously gasped for breath, nodding heavily as if resigning to his fate.
"Who sent you here?"
"It was... the old turtle."
"..." Xiao Feng.
The expressions of the Martial Monks were equally remarkable. Was there really soone called the old turtle?
"I didn't ask for his nickna." Xiao Feng said coldly.
"None of us know his real na. Usually, we call him... Boss Turtle."
Xiao Feng was stunned. If not for the other's serious expression and tone, he would have suspected the person of deliberately mocking him.
"Where are you mainly active?" Xiao Feng continued to ask.
"Most of the ti in South Asia."
"What's the na of your organization?"
"No na."
"Then how do you make money?"
"It's not fixed. Sotis escorting valuable items, sotis protecting important figures, sotis taking assassination jobs."
"rcenary nature?" Xiao Feng asked.
"More or less."
After a while, Xiao Feng shook his head and gave him an end.
Firstly, the opponent knew very little, not even knowing the na of his imdiate superior, and answered other questions very vaguely.
Secondly, ti was really running out.
If this endless questioning continued, his "Servant Girl" would really be in trouble.
However, from the information disclosed by the other party, Xiao Feng felt that these people were not an ordinary rcenary group.
Because rcenaries always had a public na to get tasks, like the Blood Nightmare of Lin Zhiyan and Lin Jiaxuan.
But it's very rare for subordinates not to know what organization they're in.
Of course, it might be due to so special need or the quirk of that "old turtle."
After all, soone who would give themselves such an insulting nickna is likely not a decent person.
After thinking it over, Xiao Feng decided to put this aside for now. The most urgent task was to save his Servant Girl.
Taking out the keys, Xiao Feng called out: "Descend the mountain as fast as possible, as fast as you can."
"Boss." Hui Yi's face fell: "I can't walk fast."
"Then you walk slowly at the back." Xiao Feng said impatiently.
However, despite his words, he couldn't really leave him behind alone.
After giving the courtyard's address to the others, Xiao Feng stayed behind to take care of Hui Yi.
"Bear with the pain, I'll remove the bullet for you first." Xiao Feng found so bamboo from the kitchen and lit a fire, disinfecting the dagger at a high temperature while speaking.
Hui Yi was imdiately terrified and froze: "Won't there be anesthesia?"
Xiao Feng thought about it and nodded: "If you want anesthesia, that's possible too."
Saying that, he approached Hui Yi.
Watching Xiao Feng walk towards him, Hui Yi suddenly had a bad premonition: "Boss, you wouldn't... bang!"
Before he could finish speaking, he was already knocked out by Xiao Feng.
This was to avoid trouble.
Xiao Feng wasn't a dical professional; when he got shot before, he always removed it himself, and never thought Hui Yi would be so delicate.
After removing the bullet, Xiao Feng applied so external dication on Hui Yi and simply bandaged the wound before sitting down to rest.
Through this encounter, Xiao Feng beca much more clear-headed.
The Martial Monks are indeed strong, but their vision and ntal quality really need improvent.
Thinking of the scene earlier where more than ten people surrounded five, then surrendered with their hands up when the five pointed guns at them, Xiao Feng couldn't help but get angry.
"Still lacking practice." Xiao Feng said rather wistfully.
...
"Why hasn't Brother Xiao Feng co back yet?" The little girl paced anxiously in the courtyard, frequently looking towards the door, yet the expected scene never appeared.
Zhen Jinghan advised helplessly: "Shihan, don't worry, being anxious won't solve any problems."
"But with Xuanxuan's current situation, just waiting like this, I really can't help but be anxious." The little girl said with tightly knit brows.
No one suspected Xiao Feng of deliberately wasting ti.
Although Lin Jiaxuan usually liked to oppose Xiao Feng and often fiddled with Xiao Feng's teacup, in the end, they were trivial issues, far from any deep-seated hatred.
At this mont, Lu Yao walked out of the house and said: "Shihan is right, we can't just wait, I'll go up the mountain now."
After saying this, she walked towards the gate.
"Sister Lu Yao, I'll go with you." The little girl quickly caught up.
Zhao Guo'an opened his mouth, wanting to follow, but upon considering his own abilities, he wisely chose to remain silent.
However, just as the two reached the door, they saw a group of bare-chested bald n rushing in.
"Brother Feng... Brother Feng asked us to bring these over." Hui Er wiped the sweat from his face, panting.
"Where is Brother Xiao Feng?" the little girl asked.
Hui Er, panting heavily, replied: "He's with the senior brother at the back, the senior brother was shot."
"What!"
The little girl and Lu Yao exclaid simultaneously.
Sun Shijie, who had been waiting for a long ti, hurriedly rushed out of the room: "Now's not the ti for idle talk, get the things to the kitchen quickly!"
No choice, everyone had to help Sun Shijie carry the dicine to the kitchen first.
Zhao Guo'an stayed in the kitchen to help, while the little girl and Lu Yao were in the courtyard, listening as the Martial Monks recounted their experiences on the mountain.
"Sun Zhong... really died?" The little girl said sadly.
Upon hearing that Sun Zhong trapped Xiao Feng and the others in the tunnel with no way out, she had cursed Sun Zhong as a "dead old man."
But knowing that Sun Zhong was really dead, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
The other party lived most of his life for others, but in the end, he couldn't achieve a good end, truly tragic and lantable!
Especially thinking of the grave pit Sun Zhong prepared for her in the backyard, it made her heart feel heavy, like a big stone pressing on her chest.
At this mont, Lin Zhiyan suddenly sat up from the bed inside, her forehead dotted with sweat, breathing a little hurriedly, as if she had awakened from a nightmare.
"Xiao Feng! Xiao Feng!" Lin Zhiyan shouted.
The little girl and Lu Yao exchanged a glance and hurriedly ran into the house.
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