Even when facing formidable opponents, as long as they are human and you have a blade in hand, a little self-motivation can at least spark the courage to fight desperately.

After all, everyone has a head on their shoulders; a single strike can make them bleed, feel pain, and die!

But facing someone like A'Ming, who you can't kill while he can slice you apart with a single sword stroke, whose body is adorned with weapons like decorations...

The courage, tied to a certain worldview, collapses instantly.

They were, after all, just a gang, a small gang in a small Tiger Head City. There were certainly desperados, but claiming everyone was unafraid of death was a bit of an exaggeration.

The remaining Hyena Gang members broke down. They dropped their weapons and began to howl as they fled, aimlessly trying to get as far away from that demon as possible.

Unfortunately, they seemed to have forgotten that besides being unkillable, this demon was also very fast.

What followed was simply reaping heads, which took away too much of A'Ming's fun. He had been hoping these people would stab him a few more times; after all, watching the prey struggle helplessly before him, their desperate eyes and pitiful cries, brought him a great sense of spiritual satisfaction.

But alas, according to Blindman Bei, these gang members had original sin, and if the inn were to take over this human trafficking business after the master returned, it would displease him.

Coupled with the need to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, even the most tedious repetitive motions had to be endured.

Fortunately, he could treat it as sword practice.

Thrust, chop, slice, hack…

One by one, the gang members were harvested by A'Ming's sword, until there was no one left standing alive in the entire courtyard.

There would probably be some who escaped, but that was no longer important. After all, A'Ming was just one person and couldn't split himself into multiple bodies to chase after them.

At least, he couldn't create clones yet.

He used the tip of his sword to pry open a room. Inside, the stench was overwhelming. Twenty or thirty men dressed as barbarians were huddled in the corner, all injured and shackled.

When they saw A'Ming, covered in blood with several weapons still stuck in his body, some were so frightened that they knelt and begged for mercy, while others trembled, muttering about the barbarian god, calling him a demon…

A'Ming shook his head, retreated, and opened another door.

This was a厢房 (xiāngfáng, wing room), probably a gang member's room.

Inside, three women who were clearly not barbarians were tied up, their bodies covered in wounds. The one on the far left seemed to be already dead, and the other two were also on the verge of death, and all were naked.

"Tsk, tsk…"

Clearly, as intermediaries in the human trafficking business, the Hyena Gang, with so many men gathered in these two courtyards, couldn't pass up the opportunity for a little fun.

A'Ming was somewhat relieved that Blindman Bei hadn't come in; otherwise, if that blind man had seen this scene and his inner sense of justice had been aroused, who knew how he would have tortured those Hyena Gang members.

Compared to Blindman Bei's methods, at least his sword could give them a quick death, which was already a great mercy.

A'Ming opened another room. This room didn't stink. Inside were more than a dozen young girls, their clothes still clean. When A'Ming entered, they screamed in fright and huddled together.

Because of the sudden war, trade routes had been temporarily cut off, which meant that the Hyena Gang had accumulated a lot of goods that they hadn't had time to sell.

These girls were probably meant to be sold to barbarian nobles in the desert, so they had been better protected.

A'Ming shook his head and retreated.

Everything was pretty much settled. The only regret was that he hadn't found anyone who glowed in the Hyena Gang, which left A'Ming somewhat disappointed.

"Don't pull out the accessories on your body, just walk out."

Blindman Bei's voice came again.

"Are you sick?"

A'Ming asked back.

"Just pretend I am."

"Alright."

Since he admitted he was sick, A'Ming felt he should be generous.

Walking through the blood-soaked courtyard, he pushed open the half-concealed door and walked out.

Then he saw a group of men with swords and spears standing next to Blindman Bei's mule cart.

Closest to Blindman Bei was a red-faced man, very tall, possibly only a little shorter than Fan Li.

A'Ming's first reaction was that Blindman Bei had been kidnapped, but he immediately dismissed this thought.

Others might not be able to warn their teammates when they were kidnapped, but Blindman Bei was clearly an exception. Moreover, this blind man, who everyone had tacitly agreed was the military advisor for the manufacturing plan, wasn't just chosen because his blindness fit the image.

The sight of A'Ming, looking like a weapons shop had exploded on him,

immediately made the people by the mule cart retreat several steps in fear.

The wounds, the thick smell of blood, and the silent Hyena Gang headquarters—none of it could be faked.

The red-faced man stared at A'Ming, initially with fear, then with fanaticism, like a fan suddenly seeing his long-dreamed-of idol!

This fervent gaze made A'Ming frown.

A'Ming could confirm that he wasn't this proactive when licking the boots of their master.

"I didn't lie to you, did I?" Blindman Bei said to the red-faced man beside him.

"I… no, this humble one naturally trusts you, sir."

Blindman Bei smiled when he heard this and reached out to take a dagger from the red-faced man's waist.

The red-faced man was stunned for a moment but didn't stop him. He had a saber on his back and a dagger at his waist.

Blindman Bei gestured for A'Ming to come closer.

A'Ming took two steps forward, standing in front of Blindman Bei.

Then,

Blindman Bei raised the dagger and, facing A'Ming,

stabbed down.

"Pfft!"

The dagger pierced A'Ming's chest.

"…" A'Ming.

A'Ming stood there without moving, and Blindman Bei pulled the dagger out again.

"See that?"

"S-s-see it."

The red-faced man's face turned black and then red, clearly switching between the two extremes of horror and joy.

"Oh."

"Pfft!"

Blindman Bei stabbed A'Ming again.

"…" A'Ming.

A'Ming continued to stand there without moving.

Sweat was now dripping down the red-faced man's face, and the faces of his subordinates beside him were also beginning to glisten with sweat.

"Work hard, and one day, you can be like this too, with endless life and an indestructible body."

Saying this,

Blindman Bei even "looked" around,

Although he was blind,

everyone present felt like they were being "watched."

"You… you all have the same opportunity."

"Thump!"

The red-faced man knelt down directly, like the most fanatical believer, and his subordinates knelt down with him.

In fact, A'Ming could feel that when Blindman Bei spoke just now, he had released his mental power, hypnotizing these people to a slight degree.

This was a basic trick for charlatans to please their followers, a bit like artificially creating "personal charisma," making you subconsciously want to believe him, support him, as if everything he said was the truth.

Blindman Bei pointed in the direction of the courtyard and said:

"Don't touch the people inside, settle them all properly. Send the wealth to the inn."

"Your subordinate obeys!" The red-faced man immediately accepted the order.

"Has the head of the caravan gang been contacted?" Blindman Bei asked.

"Yes, judging by the time, he should already be at the inn."

"Alright."

Blindman Bei waved at A'Ming, then flicked his whip and lashed at the mule in front.

A'Ming got into the cart, and the mule cart continued to move slowly forward, forward, and forward…

Once they were out of the street, Blindman Bei finally explained to A'Ming:

"The one just now was the head of the Gathering Righteousness Gang, called Red Bazi."

"Guessed it."

"Yeah, the Hyena Gang has original sin, they had to be wiped out. We can't take over their business for the time being, but we need to have a group of people who can do things under our command."

"When did you get mixed up with him?"

"He has some psychological problems, and before I went blind, I was a psychologist. I helped him with his problems under the guise of fortune-telling, so he trusts me a lot. Patients tend to have a blind worship for doctors who can help them."

"It's not just because of the treatment, is it?"

"Well, of course. Having you as a ready-made specimen makes things much easier. Throughout history, whether ordinary people or emperors and generals, everyone has been obsessed with longevity. This obsession surpasses all gold and wealth.

It's just that we don't have enough people we can use right now. I'm even regretting sending A'Li to the desert.

We'll use the Gathering Righteousness Gang people for now. They'll also bring in some money every month, which is better than just barely supporting the inn.

So, we really have to thank *Young and Dangerous*. The master shouldn't object to collecting protection fees."

"Where to next?"

A'Ming asked as he pulled the weapons out of his body.

Zhuge Liang borrowed arrows with straw boats; he was borrowing weapons with his flesh.

"Go to the Three Gods Society."

"Is it your turn this time?"

"Yeah."

"What to do?"

"The believers are innocent, because in this world, people who are easily fooled always make up the majority. There's no need to be as bloody as you were. Just take out their higher-ups, and they'll naturally scatter like birds and beasts."

"The caravan gang will be handed over to Fourth Sis?"

"Fourth Sis should already be entertaining them."

"How should we deal with the officials backing the Hyena Gang?"

Every gang has people backing them, even in a small place like Tiger Head City. Though small, it's a proper county seat, complete with everything.

"The officials don't care who lives or dies among the underlings; they care about their tribute money. Just keep giving it to them as before. Once we've handled and integrated the underlings, we'll make a new plan."

"I thought you'd have me kill them."

"There's no need. If we use online games as an example, we're only in the newbie village. Especially those who glow, they aren't many in Tiger Head City, even rare. Since they can divide into nine ranks, if we get too cocky and provoke someone too strong, we'll be the ones getting cleaned up."

A'Ming didn't speak, but silence was a form of agreement.

It would be good if they could be stronger.

"That's why I had Liang Cheng and Xue San accompany the master to be laborers. Did you notice? When the master is unconscious, we're ordinary people.

During the half year the master was unconscious, we all thought about many ways, but we couldn't recover even a sliver of our power.

Then, the master woke up. Even if we were a little awkward and went up to express our loyalty and stir up emotions, lick his boots a bit,

the power immediately recovered a little.

So,

what do you think the master is like?"

A'Ming fell into serious thought upon hearing this,

and after a while,

replied:

"An Oreo."