Free Web NovelChapter 1280: Chapter 1279: Civilized Young Man
This bizarre scene left all the people of Cyan Ox Stronghold dumbfounded; even those who had already turned tail and run actually came back.
The three thugs looked downright pathetic. What the hell was going on?
Before long, Lin Fan and the others had already returned. Seeing that the villagers were all still there, Lin Fan was amused—this saved him a lot of effort.
Triangular Eyes and his buddies were scared out of their wits at the sight. They’d just offended the entire village. Before, they never would’ve put these ordinary villagers in their eyes, but in their current state, any random mangy dog the villagers let loose could take them down. How could they not be afraid?
"Second, Fourth, we do our best to act normal. Don’t let them see we’re done for." Triangular Eyes reminded his two accomplices in a low voice.
So they split up and tried to walk on their own, forcing themselves to act like nothing was wrong. But they had just lost their Cultivation; their Dantians throbbed with pain, and every step hurt like hell. Pretending was exhausting. After just a few steps, cold sweat was pouring down their faces, and the way they walked was ridiculously awkward.
At this moment, the Old Village Chief walked out and asked Lin Fan, "Young man, what’s going on? Weren’t you going to that Yun something? How come you’re back again?"
Lin Fan smiled. "It’s not that I wanted to come back. They changed their minds and aren’t going anymore."
Changed their minds?
Earlier, these three thugs had gathered the whole village and used all kinds of threats just to force out the whereabouts of Yun Sect. Clearly, they were desperate to go there. How could they just say they’ve changed their minds and that’s that?
Something’s off. There is definitely something off here.
"Hehe, yeah, we’re not going anymore. We’re heading out now!" Triangular Eyes said, trying his best to sound calm. As he spoke, his feet didn’t stop—he just wanted to hurry back to the car.
The Old Village Chief thought the three of them were acting strange, but he didn’t dare ask too much. After all, these three thugs had left a shadow in his heart earlier; it was best not to provoke people like them.
Just then, maybe because he was nervous, maybe because of his injuries, the skinny man tripped over a rock in the road and crashed to the ground with a thud, letting out a wretched scream. Cold sweat drenched his head and his face turned pale.
Triangular Eyes was startled and said in a deep voice, "Second, get up, quick!"
The skinny man knew that falling at a time like this was bad news. He struggled to get up, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t stand. Halfway up, he collapsed again.
Because he overexerted himself, the wound on his forehead that had been bandaged burst open again, and blood began to seep out.
Seeing this, Triangular Eyes couldn’t care about anything else. He hurried over, reached down to help the skinny man up, kept his head lowered, and just wanted to keep going.
"Hold it!"
A sturdy man led a few people to block their path, staring at them coldly. It was the Old Village Chief’s son.
He had already noticed that the three thugs seemed to be injured—and not lightly. They even had trouble walking!
Earlier, when the three thugs grabbed his father, the Old Village Chief, he’d tried to resist but had been subdued easily. He’d never managed to swallow that humiliation.
Triangular Eyes pretended not to hear him. Head down, supporting the skinny man, he tried to skirt around the people blocking the way and leave. He was depressed as hell. This was really a tiger fallen to flat ground getting bullied by dogs. Before, he would’ve slit these people with a single knife stroke; now he didn’t dare provoke them.
"I said hold it!" the sturdy man said coldly, shoving Triangular Eyes with one hand.
Triangular Eyes staggered. Failing to keep his balance, he actually fell to the ground.
He had just been testing things; now the sturdy man was completely certain: these three thugs had actually become weak to the point of being helpless.
No need to ask—this had to be Lin Fan’s doing. Of course, the reason wasn’t important. What mattered was that these three thugs had turned into sick cats!
If they didn’t take revenge now, when would they?
"Grab whatever you can and beat them up!"
The sturdy man gave the order, and he was the first to lunge. He grabbed Triangular Eyes and started raining punches and kicks on him.
The villagers of Cyan Ox Stronghold both hated and feared these three thugs. Before, they’d been cowed by their strength, too scared to speak out. Now that they had a chance to take revenge, each and every one of them wanted to rush up, stomp them a few times, and spit on them.
In an instant, the villagers surged forward like mad and began a frenzied group beating of the three.
The three were terrified. They had no ability to fight back at all now and could only take the beating.
"Spare us, we know we were wrong, just let us go!"
"Stop hitting us, stop!"
"We admit we were wrong, isn’t that enough? Ah!"
Even though the three of them begged bitterly for mercy, the villagers had no intention of letting them off. The more they pleaded, the more the villagers wanted to beat them.
Bam!
One villager picked up a shovel and smashed it down on Triangular Eyes’ head. Triangular Eyes’ whole body went rigid on the spot. Blood flowed from the top of his head, quickly covering his entire face.
By the time the Old Village Chief realized something was wrong and yelled for everyone to stop, then stepped forward to check, Triangular Eyes’ eyes were wide open and unmoving—he’d actually been beaten to death!
The other two weren’t much better off. Their Cultivation had already been abolished, their Dantians were in agony, and they were weak as hell. How could they withstand a mob beating? By now, they were barely clinging to life.
They’d killed someone—what now? The villagers started to panic and turned to look at the Old Village Chief, waiting for him to decide. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
The Old Village Chief felt torn. True, Cyan Ox Stronghold was remote and rarely saw outsiders all year round, but that didn’t mean it was outside the reach of the law. If word got out that they’d beaten someone to death, it would still be trouble.
The Old Village Chief looked at Lin Fan and said, "Young man, what on earth happened? How did they become this weak?"
Lin Fan smiled faintly. "When I said I’d take them to Yun Sect, it was to save you all. I actually have no idea where Yun Sect is. They saw through me, then wanted to kill me, so I had no choice but to fight back and injure them. I was just about to remind you that they’re hurt and can’t take a beating."
The one who killed was the villagers; it had nothing to do with him. He was a modern, civilized youth with higher education from the 21st century—he wasn’t going to personally kill anyone.
Triangular Eyes had thought that since Lin Fan didn’t kill them, they’d at least kept their lives. But they’d overlooked the fact that the villagers of Cyan Ox Stronghold hated them to the bone. Once they saw the three were injured, how could they not seize the chance for revenge? By the time the three realized this, it was already too late.
At the start, the villagers of Cyan Ox Stronghold hadn’t planned on killing the three. They just wanted to vent their anger. They never imagined the three would be so fragile now.
"Young man, who exactly are you, and why did you come to our Cyan Ox Stronghold?" the Old Village Chief asked. As expected of the chief, he was more clear-headed than the other villagers.
Lin Fan said, "Me? I just came into the mountains to hunt. See, my car’s still parked over there."
So that Hummer parked at the village entrance belonged to Lin Fan. The villagers suddenly understood; they’d been wondering whose car that was.
Lin Fan smiled. "Old Village Chief, who I am isn’t important. Someone’s dead now, so we should decide what to do. Do you want me to call the police for you?"
