Chapter 194: Not a Single One Left

【Bang!】

【Bang!】

【Bang!】

Fan Qiong, whose appearance was imposing, now had a face twisted and deformed, looking exceptionally ferocious, after taking a bullet in each of his four limbs.

The intense pain nearly made him faint.

There were many soldiers around, but after his confidants were shot down, no one dared step forward.

"Don't shout so loudly."

Lin Dao took out a box from his travel bag. "Just some minor injuries, look at you screaming like a bear."

He opened the box, took out a cardiotonic needle, and prepared for injection.

Meeting Fan Qiong's utterly terrified gaze, Lin Dao stepped forward and gave him a shot.

"Don't be afraid."

He comforted him with kind words. "It's not poison."

"It's a good thing that will let you feel things better, so you won't pass out and die."

Lying in the pool of blood, Fan Qiong only felt a coolness gradually wandering through his whole body.

He struggled to open his mouth. "Spare... spare my life~"

"You and I have no enmity, so naturally I can spare you."

Lin Dao stood up, chambered a round in the Glock. "But the wronged souls of Bianliang City, they don't agree!"

The muzzle pointed at Fan Qiong's five limbs.

"No~~~"

【Bang!】

"Howl~~~"

This is probably the most intense pain a man can experience.

Fan Qiong suddenly straightened his body, let out a near-bestial cry, then rolled his eyes and collapsed, fainting dead away.

"Hm?"

Lin Dao looked at the cardiotonic needle box in surprise. "A fake?"

Fainting dead away, that would be meaningless.

He took out another box of cardiotonic needles and gave him a supplementary shot.

Fan Qiong finally revived, his throat making 'he he' sounds, but he was in so much pain he couldn't even scream.

"Quite okay." Lin Dao nodded in satisfaction. "Dying of pain like this is not bad either."

He turned around, his gaze falling on Wendu Sizhong.

What met his eyes was a terrified face.

Seeing Lin Dao raise the gun in his hand, having personally witnessed its terrifying lethality, Wendu Sizhong instinctively shouted.

"When two nations war, they do not execute envoys!"

【Bang! Bang! Bang!】

Continuous gunshots rang out accompanied by screams.

Wendu Sizhong, eyes closed and body trembling all over, panted heavily.

This terrifying near-death feeling left his whole person drained.

He waited a while, but felt nothing on his body.

He slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he opened them, he faced Lin Dao's fixed, straight stare.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and Wendu Sizhong instinctively turned his head to avoid it.

Immediately after, he saw that his attendants behind him had all fallen to the ground.

"You!"

He whipped his head back, but saw the iron-armored man before him once again pointing the magic artifact in his hand at himself.

That magic artifact still wisping with white smoke was terrifying like it could seize one's soul.

"Where is Wanyan Zongwang?"

"Where is Jin Wushu?"

"Where is Nianhan?"

"Where is Lou Shi?"

Facing the questioning, Wendu Sizhong gritted his teeth, not uttering a word.

Though he feared, he would absolutely not betray the various Wanyans.

He caught his breath, forcibly composing himself. "This... hero."

"My Great Jin embraces all rivers, employing capable men and strange scholars."

"If the hero is willing to serve my Great Jin, titles, wealth, women, and fields are all no problem."

The iron-armored man opposite shook his head, and even through the mask, Wendu Sizhong could still sense that the other party was smiling.

The next moment, the muzzle lowered.

【Bang!】

"Howl~~~"

Wendu Sizhong hugged his shot leg, hopping and falling to the ground, his wailing like a ghost's weeping.

Pain!

It really hurts!

"Noble titles and wealth, women and fields."

"You Wild People, that's all you amount to."

The terms are laughable; what Lin Dao lacks least are these very things.

"Go back and deliver a message to the Wanyans."

The sole reason he didn't kill the Jin man upon encountering him was to let him carry the message.

He stepped forward, closing the distance, and bent down to stare straight at him.

A face armor molded like a ghost's visage, corners of the mouth hooked in a bizarre grin — looking upon it made one's heart panic and mind reel.

"Remember to tell those Wanyans."

"If they massacre a city, I will keep watching them, chasing them, chasing them to the ends of the earth."

"Every last one of your Jin Nation, from Wanyan Wugunai on down."

"No distinction between men and women, regardless of old or young."

"No matter if they are Jurchen or Bohai."

"Everyone."

"Not! A! Single! One! Left!"

Wendu Sizhong, his face contorted in ferocity, bared his teeth in a grin: "You've got quite the big, tone~"

"My Great Jin, rampaging across the world, looking down on all~"

"You, a mere solitary person, actually dare to speak such arrogant words."

Lin Dao's figure abruptly vanished without a trace.

Wendu Sizhong's eyes snapped wide open, as if he had seen a ghost.

The next moment, Lin Dao reappeared, rising to loom over him from above.

"Understand?"

If the impact of firearms can still be attributed to technique, even bordering on the realm of Magic Artifacts.

Then Lin Dao's truly traceless, shadowless movement is undoubtedly Immortal Method.

This is a completely different Concept!

Lin Dao currently finds it difficult to stop the Jin soldiers from massacring the city.

If several hundred thousand troops rush into the city to massacre, Lin Dao would need a very long time to kill them all.

During this time, countless commoners would become vengeful spirits.

For now, deter them, protect the million lives.

Afterwards there will be plenty of time and means to destroy the Jin.

Wendu Sizhong stared with bulging eyes; even the heart-rending agony from the wound on his leg seemed unfelt.

There really are Immortals?!

Among those who have read books, few believe in the existence of Immortals.

But when one truly appears before your eyes, that shock strikes straight at the soul.

"Scram."

Glancing at him once, Lin Dao turned and walked toward Fan Qiong.

"May I ask the hero's name!"

Wendu Sizhong, enduring the intense pain with difficulty, cried out hoarsely: "May you leave your name?"

Lin Dao stomped his foot and turned his head.

"Lin Dao, courtesy name Zi Hou."

He walked up to Fan Qiong, took out a can of honey from his travel bag.

Under Fan Qiong's terrified gaze, a whole large can of honey was poured all over his various wounds.

"You're lucky."

Lin Dao looked around: "This weather, not many mosquitoes and insects."

Indeed there were not many, but not none either.

He grabbed Fan Qiong by the hair and dragged him onto the Imperial Road lined with fruit trees.

Before long, insects fell from the fruit trees, ants burrowed out of the soil.

Like strands of black thread, they gradually covered Fan Qiong's body.

Struggling, screaming, agonized howls.

Fan Qiong in despair only begged for a quick death.

But the honey staunched the bleeding from the wounds, and combined with the cardiotonic needle's effect, for the moment he could not die even if he sought it.

Wendu Sizhong, witnessing such a horrifying scene, trembled as he tore cloth to bandage his own wound.

Then he struggled to his feet, gritted his teeth, and hopped to find a horse and clamber onto it.

Clinging tightly to the horse's neck, he galloped out of the city without looking back.

What Immortal is this? He's clearly a Demonic Cultivator~~~

He didn't want a can of honey poured on his own leg too.

While Lin Dao did all this, hundreds upon thousands of people around watched in silence.

No matter how miserably Fan Qiong screamed, no one stepped forward to help.

Fan Qiong's deeds were heinous; aside from his confidants, no one would help him.

One last look at him, confirming the blood at the wound was once again slowly flowing out.

Lin Dao did so, then turned and walked toward those captured women.

The soldiers and yamen runners guarding the many women instantly scattered like birds and beasts.

The previous scenes, they had all witnessed with their own eyes.

This iron-armored man is fiercer than the Jin; only a madman would provoke him.

Serving the public and doing one's duty is merely to seek clothes on one's back and food in one's belly.

It is not worth losing one's own life for those official masters.

*Tut-tut-tut~~~*

The AUG sprayed a burst; the few running fastest instantly fell.

The rest were all frightened into lying prone on the ground, trembling.

"All come over."

Lin Dao shook the gun muzzle, signaling "Line up and stand firm."

A good two to three hundred soldiers and yamen runners were awed by Lin Dao alone.

No one dared resist; they actually obeyed and gathered.

Looking at the cowardly appearance of the crowd before him, Lin Dao also smiled.

Smiled from anger.

Weak to this extent!

When confiscating property and seizing common women, each and every one was like a wolf or tiger.

Upon encountering a strong person, they instantly became ostriches, only knowing to lower their heads and dodge.

The people of this great cowardly court, from top to bottom, from the officials to the yamen runners, are truly rotten through and through!

"Speak."

Lin Dao asked, "Which prefecture office and which county office are the yamen runners from? To what unit do the soldiers belong?"

"Kaifeng Prefecture's~"

"Xiangfu County's~"

"Kaifeng County's~"

"Guangji Army~"

"Yunzhou Troops~"

"Xu Province Troops~"

Lin Dao shouted again, "Separate and stand according to your respective affiliations!"

Another scene of chaotic confusion.

He stretched out a hand, pointing at those many bound women.

"You seized these people; now you will escort them back."

"According to your respective affiliations, separately send them home safely."

"If anyone commits an outrage on the way."

He raised the gun muzzle in his hand and shook it: "Done by Kaifeng Prefecture Office — the entire office killed!"

"Done by Guangji Army — one entire command killed!"

The evil of human nature, those who have not experienced it cannot imagine.

Letting these beautiful women return home on their own, they would likely be abducted by hoodlums and idle beggars on the road.

Someone must escort them.

The escorts cannot be trusted either.

Sufficient warning must be given.

He slung the AUG, gripped the Glock, and shot down two in each group.

"If a single one of them comes to harm."

"I guarantee you."

"Not a single one left!"

The many women, their ropes untied.

Eyes holding hot tears, mouths calling him benefactor, they thanked him one after another.

Originally their fate was to be bound with ropes and sent to the Jin camp.

Day and night suffering humiliation from those wild people with mouths full of stench.

Most among them, after being ravaged to death, would be casually thrown into the wilderness for wild dogs to devour.

The lucky survivors would also be taken to the distant Northern Regions, to be slaves and servants, living a life worse than death.

Lin Dao saved their tragic fate, rescued countless wronged souls.

The women thanked him; he could accept it calmly.

After everyone departed in succession, Lin Dao stepped forward and looked at those large carts filled with gold, silver, and silk fabrics.

These goods can be used to purchase supplies, equip armies willing to fight the Jin.

They can also serve as rewards, granted to those brave warriors who dare to fight the Jin to the death.

Only they absolutely cannot be used as indemnity!

Without hesitation, sent all away.

Having caught his breath, Lin Dao turned and looked toward Zhuque Gate.

Inside Zhuque Gate is the inner city of Bianliang City.

Continuing inward along the Imperial Road leads to the Great Interior of the Imperial Palace.

Sitting back on the electric bicycle, he inserted the key and started it.

Turning around on the wide Imperial Street, he headed straight for Zhuque Gate.

It was time to meet those great officials and gentlemen.

In no time at all, outside Zhuque Gate, which had previously been crowded with people, nothing remained but corpses everywhere.

And~~~

Fan Qiong, lying beneath the Guoqiang tree, torn apart by countless insects and ants.

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