In Darcy's mind, not being able to defeat so many people wasn't the main problem. As long as he could capture one, he could use them as a hostage to barter for more resources, or even make everyone submit to him.

Especially the women here, each one was incredibly beautiful. He thought it would be perfect to take them back, train them properly, and then send them out to sell themselves. Why should he take such a big risk otherwise?

And those two damned pretty boys, just killing them would be too easy. They should be made to taste the love from the same sex, living a life worse than death!

Darcy was daydreaming about this in his head, almost laughing out loud.

In fact, he had long set his sights on Lin Jiaxuan, because out of everyone present, she seemed the easiest to control.

Just a child, how dangerous could she be?

As destiny would have it, the child walked right into the trap. If he didn't act now, he'd be letting God down!

However, in the next moment, his eyes widened in shock.

Because in his vision, his hand hadn't grabbed the opponent's wrist but instead hung limply, unable to be lifted no matter how hard he tried.

"Drip! Drip! Drip!"

A dense sound appeared, like water dripping onto the ground.

At this moment, everyone could see that in Lin Jiaxuan's hand, there was suddenly a small knife, with blood gathering on the blade and slowly sliding off.

But this seemingly unimpressive knife, which even looked like it was used for sharpening pencils, had almost sliced through Darcy's entire wrist.

"Ahhhhh!"

Only then did Darcy scream out in pain, showing how fast Lin Jiaxuan's knife skills were.

As Darcy fell to the ground and kept retreating, he looked at Lin Jiaxuan as if she were a Demon, cold-blooded and murderous!

Lin Jiaxuan slowly walked up to Darcy, her lovely face seeming to be covered in frost.

"Don't... don't kill me!" Darcy cried out in absolute terror.

Lin Jiaxuan paid him no mind and wiped the blood off the small knife on his clothes, calmly putting it away, and then stepped back with a composed demeanor.

"Save me... As long as you take me... out of here, I'll give you a million, no, ten million!" Darcy trembled as he spoke, his complexion pale from excessive blood loss.

Xiao Feng ignored him and looked at Lin Jiaxuan: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you kill him. We've already asked everything we needed; he has no value anymore."

Lin Jiaxuan snorted, turned her head, and said, "Don't think you can order me. If you want him dead, do it yourself."

The pungent metallic smell of blood quickly permeated the air. This kind of nearly rust-like stench would make an average person feel nauseated, but everyone present remained composed, as if they were used to it.

With his consciousness growing increasingly blurred and his eyelids growing heavier, Darcy realized that he was as good as dead.

In his current state, even if taken out for medical help, the chances of survival would be negligible.

With this thought, he mustered all his strength, grabbed the nearest backpack, and desperately ran towards the way he came.

He remembered that there was a narrow bridge ahead, with countless snakes beneath it.

What he intended to do was throw the backpack under the bridge. Even if he died, he would try his best to bring the greatest loss to these Huaxia people.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Two piercing sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

One was from Fujiwara Keiaki's dart.

The other was Lin Zhiyan's long whip.

The difference was while Lin Zhiyan aimed to snatch the bag from Darcy's hand, Fujiwara Keiaki aimed to stop Darcy's escape.

"Ah!"

As Darcy was desperately running, he fell to the ground, with a semi-circular dart embedded in his left calf.

But precisely because he fell, Lin Zhiyan's whip missed its target.

"Bang!"

The backpack hit the ground, sliding several meters, directly reaching the edge of the bridge, half of it already over the edge, teetering dangerously.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief — they weren't in a place where they could just go to a store to replenish supplies when they ran out.

In such an environment, money was as good as waste paper, and there wasn't anywhere to spend it even if they wanted to.

"Sorry!" Fujiwara Keiaki bowed his head in apology.

Lin Zhiyan shook her head, indicating it was alright.

However, just then, the flapping sound of wings echoed.

This sound was more than familiar to everyone — the Hornbill was causing trouble again.

Sure enough, a sparsely feathered Hornbill appeared above the backpack, swooped down, knocked the bag over, and after circling twice in the air, flew away into the distance.

"Bang!"

It sounded like the backpack had fallen into the snake pit.

Xiao Feng quickly walked to the edge of the bridge, shone a flashlight down, but where was the backpack to be seen?

All he could see were the writhing snakes below.

Xiao Feng recalled a story he had once heard about a villager in a mountain village who secretly cooked and ate an eagle's egg, and even injured the eagle with a shovel.

From that point on, he suffered three eagle attacks over the next two years, one where even his scalp was clawed off.

Whether it proves the saying "good begets good, evil begets evil," is debatable, but at least one thing is clear: eagles hold grudges.

And since Hornbills are a type of large bird like eagles, they are probably similarly vengeful.

Having plucked so many feathers from it, now that it had an opportunity, it certainly sought revenge!

"Hahahahaha!"

Darcy's previously unfocused eyes suddenly turned sharp, and he began to laugh, as if given a momentary burst of energy, laughing with great delight.

"Huaxia people, very angry, aren't you?" Darcy said with a twisted expression, "I'm not going to survive anyway, but even in death, I'm going to make you bastards pay!"

Xiao Feng suddenly turned around, narrowing his eyes at him.

Damn you!

Just when I'm already pissed, you dare to provoke me even more?

In that moment, Darcy suddenly had a bad feeling, a feeling more terrifying than death itself!

Xiao Feng quickly moved forward, grabbing the back of his shirt and lifting him up as soon as he reached Darcy, and carried him to the edge of the bridge.

"No, you... you can't do this!"

Fear filled Darcy's eyes entirely. He regretted pushing things to the end, and now realized he made a mistake, that he shouldn't have provoked this Huaxia man.

"Laugh! Keep laughing!" Xiao Feng said as he walked.

"No, no, no... Ahhh!"

Darcy didn't even have time to finish begging for mercy before he flew down below the bridge.

In a flash, Darcy's figure disappeared, he didn't even have time to scream.

Everyone frowned at once, curious yet none of them approached the bridge to check.

After a while, Xiao Feng said with a somber expression, "Whose bag just fell down?"

"Mine." Su Yuzhuo stepped forward.

Xiao Feng nodded slowly, suppressing his anger, and asked, "Can you explain why you couldn't even keep an eye on your own bag?"

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