Ruan Qing's eyes were filled with excitent: "Luo Chao is so damn cool! He must have been a special forces soldier before; otherwise, he wouldn't be so formidable."
Luo Chao is extrely adept at jungle warfare; it's a skill only special forces possess. There's no doubt about it, Luo Chao must have been one, and he's of the exceptionally tough variety.
Luo Chao suddenly took out seven drug dealers. Though his thods were brutal, these were ruthless killers who wouldn't hesitate to murder. Ye Bing saw a glimr of hope for survival, feeling more at ease, his legs no longer weak.
Another shadow darted by, and the wary drug dealers fired their guns—bang, bang, bang. The sound shook the entire forest, but they couldn't care less if it alerted the park rangers in the surrounding conservation area. They had to kill this "wild man" to avenge their comrades. It was evident that this "wild man" was in league with those hikers. If the hikers managed to escape and call the police, a year's worth of hard work would go down the drain—a scenario the dealers couldn't afford.
Despite all the gunfire, not a single silhouette was hit. Instead, a few large trees turned into bullet-ridden hives. Whoosh! A wooden arrow streaked like lightning, and with a thud, another silent figure fell, throat pierced.'
Silence! The silence was terrifying!
The drug dealers began to feel fear. In the hands of this "wild man," they seed like targets; he could shoot them down with pinpoint accuracy.
With a gulp, the drug dealers swallowed nervously. The "wild man's" moves were too fast; before they could even see him, he had already fired the wooden arrow—swift, fierce, precise, and unavoidable!
As Four-Eyed Brother's trusted lieutenant, the black-faced burly man trembled, saying frightfully, "Fourth Brother, what do we do now?"
Four-Eyed Brother was nearly in tears, baffled by the abrupt loss of so many comrades. Was this "wild man" sent by heaven to doom him?
Unwilling, absolutely unwilling. Four-Eyed Brother couldn't let his dreams of wealth be shattered. Worst case, lose a few more n, but surely, they could capture that wild man, couldn't they?
Wearing glasses, Four-Eyed Brother was clever, standing in the center of the crowd, making it impossible for Luo Chao to target him directly. In those few seconds, three more brothers were killed!
The drug dealers began to waver, and with a bang, Four-Eyed Brother fired a shot into the sky, gritting his teeth, "Attack! Whoever dares to flee, I'll kill you first!"
As the gang's leader, he was naturally intimidating, known for his ruthlessness. Hearing the boss's gunshot, the underlings dared not retreat.
Four-Eyed Brother shouted, "What we must do now is imdiately grab that wild man. We can't let him keep shooting arrows at us. Charge!"
With a roar, the drug dealers got the ssage instantly and started to rush madly. But hidden behind the trees, Luo Chao stopped firing arrows and revealed a cruel smile.
With a snap, a crisp sound was heard—a tree branch breaking under the leading dealer's foot. A chill swept through all the dealers from head to toe, freezing them completely. That sound was frighteningly ominous.
As expected, just as the dealers feared, swish, swish, swish; the sound of countless bowstrings snapping reverberated, sending dozens of arrows flying directly at the drug dealers.
"Ah, ah, ah!" The cries of agony echoed as dozens of small wooden arrows hit their bodies. The most unfortunate were struck by more than ten arrows, dying tragically on the spot!
In an instant, a dozen dealers lay dead, blood pooling everywhere, pervading the mountainside with a thick stench of iron—terrifying everyone. Four-Eyed Brother was petrified. Scanning his surroundings, he spotted the cleverly hidden crossbows linked by thin vines: once triggered, they fired simultaneously.
Crossbows, actual crossbows!
The drug dealers trembled violently, so nearly losing control of their bladders. It was horrifying—how did they find themselves in such dire straits? Equipped with advanced weapons, yet unable to defeat primitive ones. And how could this "wild man" be so cunning, crafting powerful bows and setting up over a dozen deadly crossbows?
Terrifying!
Even Four-Eyed Brother felt a deep-seated fear. That wild man had anticipated them climbing the mountain, setting traps with tree stumps to make them advance cautiously, then picking off brothers one by one with arrows. When he pushed everyone to charge, they fell into his crossbow ambush—each step leading into the next. The wild man was a sly, devious killing machine.
Could a re mountain recluse be so clever? Crafting strong crossbows and bows was virtually impossible. Four-Eyed Brother suddenly recalled rumors about the national special forces, Wolf Fang—every mber a master in the jungle, capable of defeating an entire battalion single-handedly.
Could this man truly not be a wild man, but a special forces soldier with jungle warfare experience? Four-Eyed Brother pondered deeply and analyzed everything. If drug enforcent had found their plantation base, would they really be confident enough to send only a single soldier?
Four-Eyed Brother miserably realized that perhaps this special forces soldier was one of the hikers. If he knew that soldier had once been a Soldier King, he wondered how he'd feel.
It's undeniable that Four-Eyed Brother's analysis was incisive, but it was too late. His brothers were more than half gone, leaving only a dozen survivors. His best aide—the black-faced burly man—had been shot by the crossbows, dead.'
A ghostly whisper passed by; Luo Chao wouldn't give them a chance to breathe. With a thunk, a dealer behind Four-Eyed Brother got their throat slit silently. No one saw, and the unfortunate soul couldn't even call out, Luo Chao covering their mouth.
As heinous criminals, the dealers should've anticipated such a day, but they didn't want this ending. They'd rather face execution by firing squad than be silently picked off in terror.
Another shadow flickered—another dealer was eliminated. Quickly, they realized their gang dwindled to under ten.
Swish, swish, swish—three arrows flew at once, instantly killing three dealers. With only six remaining, including their boss Four-Eyed Brother, they gasped heavily, struggling to bear the fear. The special forces soldier was like a ghost—elusive and deadly. If only a few were left, he'd appear close by, stealthily slipping behind soone and silently slitting their throat.
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