The next second, he turned and ran.

Because he saw the middle-aged woman had taken the bayonet from her back and was chasing after him, her face covered in blood.

The dark-faced strongman pinned down by the fatty was very aggrieved. He could feel that this fatty had never practiced martial arts; he just had brute strength.

But the two were too close, and his stick had been lost in the fight, so they were just exchanging punches.

There was no technique at all; it was a contest of who could take more punishment.

He had clearly underestimated this fatty. The fatty grabbed his neck with one hand, then clenched his other hand into a fist and frantically punched him in the face.

As he punched, he roared about how the man needed to pay with his life, and the punches made blood spurt from the dark-faced strongman's nostrils.

In desperation, he reached out to grab the fatty's face, apparently wanting to blind the fatty's eyes, but the fatty didn't dodge, directly opened his mouth wide and bit down. The dark-faced strongman cried out in pain.

The fatty took the opportunity to grab a handful of dirt and stuffed it into his mouth.

He punched the dark-faced strongman's face again and again, his eyes wide with rage.

Along the way, someone rushed over to help the dark-faced strongman, but Jiang Cheng stopped him. He punched a skinny, monkey-like man in the head, almost knocking his neck askew.

After witnessing the ruthless skills of the group, Zhou Guanjia and his party were already filled with fear, especially after seeing An Xuan grab one of them, using a knife to slowly cut open his throat, draining his blood like slaughtering livestock. Their morale instantly collapsed.

An Xuan shook the blood off his hands and let go of the man like he was throwing away garbage. The man, who was already as dead as could be, fell face-up on the ground.

The light of life quickly faded from his eyes.

Stepping over the corpse, An Xuan walked towards Zhou Guanjia.

The dagger in his hand was still dripping blood.

The few remaining stragglers gathered around Zhou Guanjia, constantly retreating.

They were completely devoid of the arrogance they had shown when they first appeared.

Jiang Cheng and Xia Meng both suffered minor injuries. Xia Meng's leg was cut by a knife, and blood seeped out with the slightest movement.

Jiang Cheng was a little better off; his injury was to his arm.

He hadn't expected that some of these people would use hidden weapons.

Jiang Cheng chased him for two laps before finally catching him and returning the hidden weapon to him.

The fight on the fatty's side had also ended. He staggered out, his head and face covered in blood, his theatrical costume torn to pieces.

Without much effort, they cleaned up the remaining people as easily as chopping vegetables.

One guy with a broken arm was still stubbornly arching his back, desperately trying to reach Jiang Cheng, his mouth wide open, seemingly wanting to bite him, but Jiang Cheng raised his foot and kicked him. There was no more movement.

The fatty was clutching a brick in his hand, covered in viscous blood. His eyes were red as he prepared to settle accounts with Zhou Guanjia, who was the last one standing.

After all... he was the main culprit behind all of this.

Staring at the moans of pain and the lifeless bodies on the ground, a strange look appeared in Jiang Cheng's eyes. He stopped the fatty, his gaze sweeping across Zhou Guanjia's face.

Were these people... too desperate?

In fact, they should have known they were no match as soon as the fight started, but these people still threw themselves forward until they were all taken down, and not a single one turned and ran.

Why?

Some of those who were seriously injured and barely clinging to life didn't think about playing dead to get away and save their lives, but still struggled to get up and fight him to the death.

In fact, the final result didn't have to be so ugly. If the others had run, aside from the few main culprits, they wouldn't have bothered chasing them.

Taking advantage of their unpreparedness, Zhou Guanjia pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed it fiercely at An Xuan, but An Xuan, who had been on guard, dodged to the side and then grabbed his arm with a backhand, and with a "crack" sound...

It broke.

Zhou Guanjia fell to the ground, lying there, still desperately trying to grab the dagger that had fallen to the ground.

In his eyes, the unwavering determination was faintly alarming.

"Stop!" A slightly desperate shout rang out; it was the middle-aged woman's voice.

Two figures walked out of the darkness.

One in front and one behind, it was Chen Qiang, whom they hadn't seen for a while, and the middle-aged woman.

A knife was held to Chen Qiang's neck; he had been caught by the middle-aged woman, and his face was very awkward.

More accurately, he was being held hostage.

"Let him go!" The middle-aged woman glanced at Zhou Guanjia, who was lying on the ground, then looked at An Xuan and said loudly, "Otherwise, I'll kill him!"

The blade was even closer to Chen Qiang's neck.

But to the middle-aged woman's surprise, apart from the fatty, whose eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Zhou Guanjia on the ground, seemingly ready to rush over and chop him into eight pieces at any moment...

The others were just calmly watching her and the hostage in her hand—Chen Qiang.

They didn't seem threatened at all.

"I told you." Chen Qiang raised his hands and said with a wry smile, "It's useless to catch me."

"Shut up!"

Chen Qiang swallowed and reluctantly closed his mouth.

He tentatively made eye contact with An Xuan, but quickly looked away, finally settling on Jiang Cheng's face. "Mr. Hao," he said in a very sincere tone, "You've seen it too. The thing isn't on me; I hid it. If... if I die, I'm worried you won't be able to find it for a while."

Jiang Cheng thought for a while and replied, "You don't have to worry." He raised his voice and said, "We can take our time to find it. There's still time."

Chen Qiang: "..."

The middle-aged woman seemed to have run out of ideas. She had originally thought that catching someone would make the others think twice, but it was clear that she had overestimated this person's value.

She should have grabbed someone else, she thought to herself.

Xia Meng remained silent for a long time before finally suggesting, "How about this? We each take a step back. You give us the person, and we'll give you this person." She looked at the middle-aged woman. "What do you think?"

Looking at Zhou Guanjia, who was suffering on the ground, the woman agreed without hesitation, "Okay." She stared at the people in front of her. "It's a deal!"

"It's a deal." Xia Meng nodded.

Zhou Guanjia got up and staggered towards the middle-aged woman, who also released the knife from Chen Qiang's neck as agreed.

Turning around, the middle-aged woman reached out, just about to support Zhou Guanjia when, the next second, in Zhou Guanjia's line of sight, a cold light flashed before his eyes.

Warm blood splattered all over his face.

The blade of a dagger had completely sunk into the middle-aged woman's throat, leaving only the slightly trembling hilt outside.

The light of life quickly faded from the middle-aged woman's eyes, and then her whole body fell down.

Zhou Guanjia's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Qiang immediately ran towards Jiang Cheng. Only after he reached his own side did he look back. The woman was lying on the ground, covered in blood.

An Xuan's knife strike was precise and ruthless, leaving no room for survival.

"Mom!"

The door was pushed open, and a thin figure ran over, screaming, and knelt down beside the dead woman with a thud.

The fatty's eyes paused.

Xiao Wan...