Chapter 95: Chapter Ninety-Five: First Kill

Seeing the two guys opposite doing as he demanded, he, to be extra sure, also made additional demands.

"Throw your waist sword and all weapons on your body in front of me, and also the guys beside you!"

"No problem! Zhe! Do as he says!"

"Got it!"

While communicating with Zhe, he also threw his own sword, the ninja tool pouch on his lower back, and even the kunai tied to his legs.

He threw them all together in front of the opposite side.

"All right! We've done as you demanded! Shouldn't you also release something for us......"

Seeing the two ninjas opposite, they had already, as he demanded, thrown their weapons in front of him.

After thinking, he felt it was still necessary to maintain mutual understanding with the opposite side in his current situation.

He eased the force in his hand, loosened the dagger pressed against Yuzhibo Yan's neck, and said:

"You two, and this group of women! All go into that house. Also, close the doors and windows, no looking outside!"

"I warn you, do as I say! Otherwise, I cannot guarantee the little girl's safety!"

He had already planned it: once they entered that house opposite, he would take the little girl and follow his pre‑planned route.

He would take the escape route prepared when the stronghold was built, to flee this dangerous place.

Although this also carries a bit of danger, it is the best escape plan he could think of.

"No problem! We can do as you say! But how do you guarantee her safety?"

"If we do as you say and you still kill her in the end, then all this means nothing to us!"

Facing the opposing party's demands, Dong Shilang did not simply yield; he raised his own question.

"Yes! Yes! If we do as you say, how do you guarantee Yan's safety?"

Yuzhibo Zhe beside him also was not idle; he finally broke free from that panicked, uneasy feeling.

How to guarantee the little girl's safety! This really is a big problem!

He knew that if he could not give the other side some assurance in this matter, they would certainly not let him have his way.

For a moment, he also hesitated!

The two sides facing off in the field, whether the kidnappers or Dong Shilang's group wary of harming the hostages, all fell into silence.

Just as the atmosphere in the field gradually turned silent and quiet, an incident occurred.

A snow‑bright blade flash sprang from behind the nameless bandit leader.

All of this began when Yan and Zhe were talking.

At that time, when Zhe and Yan were talking, Dong Shilang, drawn by their voices,

turned his head curiously, glanced at his companion, curious about what new moves they might make.

Dong Shilang, whose mood was then relatively relaxed, never expected.

Just that glance made the somewhat distant Dong Shilang witness the entire process of Yan being seized by the bandit leader.

At that moment, Dong Shilang merely staggered a beat, then immediately reacted, having been prepared to instantly teleport over to rescue her.

But that brief moment of dazedness allowed the bandit leader to seize Yan, and Dong Shilang missed the best chance to save her.

Even as a transmigrator, without having gone through brutal battles and life‑death tempering, one cannot change the fact that one is merely an ordinary person.

A modern person living in peaceful times, encountering a life‑or‑death matter, it's not strange to have such a momentary slip‑up when things are dire.

Although so, he still made a remedy!

While bitterly thinking, how could he reach an agreement with the two ninjas opposite?

The bandit leader, who thought it would be convenient to carry out his own escape plan, was furrowing his brows in thought; the two who had always been quite cooperative would suddenly turn against him.

Just as he was bitterly thinking, his bandit instincts, honed from years of walking the edge of life and death, sent him a deadly warning.

He was like a frog stared down by a poisonous snake; a suffocating feeling filled his mind.

This feeling was like prey stared down by a hunter, as if locked on by a predator; he had experienced it several times when he was still a weak bandit.

To this day, it remains deeply etched in his memory!

Moreover, in his later bandit career, several advance warnings have allowed him to survive to the present.

【Could it be that these two 'little devils' don't care at least a bit about their companion's life or death?】

At this moment, he once again felt that suffocating tension.

The feeling that life and death were entirely in human hands made his heart go 'thump'.

But things having come to this, as a veteran bandit he showed no sign of fear or panic.

Instead, he hardened his heart, exerted force with his right hand, preparing to take the 'ninja lady' before him and go together to the Yellow Springs.

【Surely on the road to the Yellow Springs, having a ninja companion would not be lonely!】

At the same time he also triggered the explosive seal attached to the hostage's back.

Even if he dies, he wants to drag more people along with him.

【It's just a pity that the women he seized for the stronghold haven't had enough enjoyment yet! And the treasures he hid! Who knows which bastard will end up getting them!】

Having resolved to die together with these people, at the last moment of his life, what filled his mind was still these things, somewhat...

Afterwards, his ears heard a piercing tearing-through-air sound, and the sound of a blade being drawn.

"Clang!"

A clear ring, the sound of Dong Shilang's small sword being drawn, echoed in the small square in front of the wooden house.

And at this moment, the nameless bandit leader also met his curtain call.

As his right hand was exerting force, it suddenly felt a sharp pain; immediately afterward, he sensed himself flying.

Afterwards he saw behind him, at some point, a figure holding a small sword standing there.

Even the small sword's blade, after being illuminated by the nascent morning sun, reflected a crimson glow that he could see clearly.

Wasn't this guy standing opposite me with another little devil? How did he end up behind me?

The question still echoed in his mind, and his gaze inevitably turned toward the still-standing figure—his own silhouette.

Turns out the guy standing there is me!

Gazing at his own headless silhouette, his consciousness slowly drifted into darkness.