His face turned ashen with fear, and he begged frantically:
"No, no! I’ll talk. Isn’t it enough if I talk?"
The bald man heard this, and sneered coldly:
"Some people just won’t cry until they see the coffin. Speak quickly, or it might be too late!"
The chubby man hesitated for a while, trembling lips ready to say something.
Just then, an unusual rustling sound came from the bushes nearby.
It sounded like the soles of shoes snapping dry twigs or stepping through the grass.
Shortly afterward, a startled rabbit dashed out, its frantic footsteps accompanied by several sharp squeaks.
The sudden commotion stunned all three bandits, prompting them to turn their heads.
Before their taut nerves could relax, they saw a strange man stride out from the depths of the forest.
The newcomer was dressed in a neat tracksuit, with a tall, upright figure, sharp eyebrows, and starry eyes, dashingly handsome.
It was Fang Cheng, who had tracked them down.
Facing the three with fierce glances at him, Fang Cheng remained unfazed. He spread his hands and said in a relaxed manner:
"I’m just passing by for some exercise; feel free to continue."
As he spoke, he discreetly assessed the surroundings; his gaze swept over the deep pit behind the robbers, and the chubby man who looked so woeful.
The bald man narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Fang Cheng, lifting his gun slightly, the muzzle unintentionally tilting in his direction as he spoke coldly:
"Passing by for exercise? Hmph, this place is so remote, it’s not exactly somewhere you just pass by easily."
The tall and thin bandit hefted the shovel, tilting his head in agreement:
"Big brother is right. I bet this guy’s probably that Xu’s bodyguard, tracking us down."
The short, stocky bandit nodded in agreement, his voice gruff:
"Anyway, we can’t just let him leave like that."
The bald man held his gun high, a hint of killing intent in his eyes, and he spoke with a solemn tone:
"Since you’ve stumbled upon our business here, why don’t you stay as well."
With these words, he nodded at the tall, thin bandit.
Receiving the signal, the tall and thin bandit’s eyes revealed a fierce look.
With his big brother armed, his temper was flaring, full of fighting spirit.
He immediately gripped the shovel tightly on his shoulder and, without a word, charged menacingly toward Fang Cheng.
The shovel sliced through the air in a cold arc, with its sharp edge aimed straight at Fang Cheng’s forehead, as if intending to shave off half of his head.
Due to his fierce movement, his facial muscles even quivered slightly with the swing of the shovel in both hands.
But Fang Cheng remained calm, dodging sideways like a phantom to evade the violent strike, effortlessly maneuvering to the side.
His figure barely seemed to move, as if he just sidestepped with ease.
He still wore that indifferent expression, as if merely playing a light-hearted game.
The tall and thin bandit missed his strike, brushing past Fang Cheng with the shovel.
He found himself in a rage, veins bulging on his forehead.
He roared in anger, once more swinging the shovel with the sound of wind, fiercely smashing toward Fang Cheng’s backside.
Fang Cheng seemed to have eyes at the back of his head, subtly tilting his head, as his five fingers shot out like steel hooks, instantly grabbing the edge of the shovel.
The tall and thin bandit struggled with a flushed face, arms exerting all their strength to pull back.
Just as he tried to muscle back, Fang Cheng suddenly exerted power, flinging his arm and releasing his tightly gripped fingers.
The tall and thin bandit suddenly flew uncontrollably, like a kite with a broken string, crashing straight into a tree.
Crack.
It wasn’t the tree that broke, but the bandit’s spine.
The sound of bones snapping was clear and captured everyone’s attention, chilling them to the core.
This sudden turn of events left everyone present completely dumbfounded.