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Under Chu Xuan's coercion and enticement, Chen Lu readily chose to back down.

He led the two of them towards the valley.

The quiet surroundings along the way were unsettling.

Chu Ling'er also became a little nervous, not because she was afraid of anything, but because she never expected that she would one day be involved in the suppression of bandits.

She was worried that she wouldn't do a good job and would hold Chu Xuan back.

Perhaps sensing her condition, Chu Xuan held Chu Ling'er's soft little hand and smiled faintly.

"Don't worry, relax, I'm here for you."

"Ah."

Chu Ling'er responded.

The three entered the valley and could see in the distance the village towers that had once stood tall, but now looked extremely dilapidated, as if they had been scorched by something.

A few scattered people were patrolling around, and like Chen Lu and his two companions, they all looked emaciated and pale.

At that moment, with the sound of horses' hooves, a sentry noticed Chen Lu leading two unfamiliar men in.

He frowned and stepped forward, demanding an explanation.

"Chen Lu, what's going on here? Why did you bring unrelated people in?"

"Brother Zhao, they..."

"Stop talking nonsense and get them out of here! Otherwise I'll..."

As Zhao was speaking, he reached out and pulled out his wood-chopping knife, but before he could finish speaking, Chu Xuan had already snatched the knife from Chen Lu's hand.

With a swift and clean stroke, he severed his throat.

Chen Lu subconsciously swallowed, and found that his throat was somewhat itchy.

The commotion went unnoticed by most people, and Chu Xuan walked into the village with an air of nonchalance.

Only then did they see a woman's torn clothes on the ground, and human bones in the distance. Several burly men were surrounding an iron pot, boiling flesh and blood over a large fire, emitting a nauseating smell.

In fact, Chu Xuan personally did not dislike these so-called outlaws too much.

His nine years of compulsory education taught him that some of these people possessed a rebellious spirit that was not found in people of that era, which is why they became outlaws.

If one can make a name for oneself, one can be considered a hero to some extent.

But such people are only a minority. Real mountain bandits are not as gentle as those in Water Margin. Eating human flesh, drinking human blood, burning, killing, and looting, and being lawless are the true nature of most mountain bandits.

Everyone makes mistakes in their life, but the difference lies in whether or not they have a bottom line.

These are the kind of beasts who have no moral bottom line and deserve to die.

Chu Xuan looked at the wine jars at their feet, took a deep breath, and walked over.

When Chen Lu saw this, his heart was in his throat. He was anxious to stop him, but before he could, Chu Xuan had already picked up an empty wine jar and smashed it on the head of the big man in front of him.

The wine jar shattered into pieces with a loud crash!

Before the big man could even realize what was happening, he screamed in agony as blood streamed from his head!

The rest of the group also stood up, drunk, glaring at Chu Xuan.

"who?!"

"You look unfamiliar. How dare you cause trouble in my Hanyang Village!"

"Kill him!"

The moment they stood up, the men had already drawn their knives.

Although he was completely drunk, his intuition, honed from years of roughhousing, was still there. He knew he was inside the stronghold of Hanyang Village. For a stranger to swagger in like this, he must either be a guest brought by the village chief, or... the lookout was dead.

Judging from Chu Xuan's actions, it is clearly the latter.

Chu Xuan felt his breathing quicken slightly as these people stared intently at him.

These men had extremely sinister eyes, and each of them looked like a wolf or a tiger; they must have killed people before.

The sense of oppression emanating from such a group of desperados surrounding him was something Chu Xuan had never experienced before.

Fortunately, he touched the pistol hanging at his waist with his wrist, and the sense of security brought by the firepower quickly brought him back to his senses.

As for Chen Lu, when Chu Xuan raised the wine jar, only two words remained in his mind: "It's over."

These men were all veterans of Hanyang Village. They had followed the old village chief into the nameless mountains from the very beginning and held a very high position in the village. Each of them was a ruthless and vicious person.

Even people from other villages dare not offend them.

Chen Lu never expected that Chu Xuan, this hothead, would actually go up and attack. Wasn't that just courting death?

Taking a deep breath, Chu Xuan sneered, "Lord of Nameless Mountain, Chu Xuan."

"Chu Xuan?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the burly men around him froze in place.

Surname Chu? A member of the Chu family?!

At this moment, a strong and resonant voice also came from inside the village building.

"You're the new lord, Chu Xuan, who wiped out the One-Eyed Dragon's gang?"

"Yes, it's me."

Chu Xuan said, looking in the direction the sound came from.

Then they saw the big man make way for a large man dressed in black, with a wild boar skin covering his body.

The burly man looked at Chu Xuan as if he were sizing him up, a hint of apprehension in his eyes.

The same was true for everyone else.

Anyone who lives on Wuming Mountain should have heard of the name Chu Xuan.

Don't be fooled by their reputation as dangerous criminals; they all have their own considerations. As the saying goes, it's not the ruthless ones you should fear, but the ones who don't value their lives.

Clearly, in their eyes, Chu Xuan was a reckless fool.

To dare to lead a small, nameless village to wipe out One-Eyed Dragon, one of the strongest bandit gangs on the entire nameless mountain, is incredibly audacious. Both his courage and strength are extraordinary.

Chu Xuan glanced at the burly man: "So you're the one in charge of Hanyang Village now?"

The burly man nodded slightly: "Indeed, I wonder what brings Lord Chu here this time..."

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sharp shout.

The person who had just been hit was now regaining their senses.

He gritted his teeth and drew his knife. Seeing that Chu Xuan did not reply, he cursed angrily.

"Damn it, I don't care who you are! You dare to ambush me, I'll kill you!"

With a roar, he charged straight at Chu Xuan, sword in hand!

This display of force instantly changed the expressions of the surrounding bandits, who immediately began to shout and rebuke them.

"Eighth Brother! Stop!"

But Lao Ba was already drunk, and now his reason was clouded by pain and anger, so he couldn't listen to anything.

With a roar, he charged towards Chu Xuan, raised his blade high, and slashed down fiercely!

This strike was filled with rage and showed no mercy. If it had landed squarely, Chu Xuan's body would probably have been cut in two on the spot!

But Chu Xuan just stood there without moving, seemingly stunned, quietly watching Lao Ba's movements.

Once the blade was hanging over his head, he took out a pistol from his waist and aimed it at Lao Ba's head.

"boom!"

The smell of blood was released by the sparks.

Old Eight's heavy body crashed to the ground, his eyes wide open, but he was no longer breathing.

Chu Xuan put away his gun, reloaded it, and looked at the chief of Hanyang Village.

"Is this how you treat your guests?"