Chapter 641: Chapter 599: Big Brother, This Kid is Evil! (3)_3
"Fuck! Where’s the knife? The gun?" the leader, sensing something was wrong, said with a quiver in his voice.
While he spoke, his gaze kept shifting, always plotting an escape route. It had always been his guiding principle.
"Amber, are you ready?"
Before the henchmen could respond, Qin Fan called out. He had been toying with the rabble, his movements elegant as they wasted their energy on him.
"Master, this is more than enough to kill this scum," Amber said, rising from the ground, her voice chilling with murderous intent.
Although I haven’t fully recovered my strength, do I really need the power of a Dark Energy Peak cultivator to deal with a few ants like these?
"RUN!"
At that moment, as Amber rose from the ground with her face flushed red, the leader screamed hysterically.
She had gone from a state of near-deathly weakness to radiating a cold, murderous intent. On top of that, the other man had been toying with his brothers like they were monkeys. Even the dimmest of men would realize they had stumbled upon no ordinary people.
After that one shout, the leader took off at a full sprint. He figured that by shouting a warning instead of just sneaking away, he had already shown the utmost benevolence.
The usually taciturn Amber said nothing in response.
She gave the leader’s escape path a cold glance. The next second, her feet moved as if propelled by springs. Her ghostly figure shot toward the leader’s back.
In the space of a few breaths, she grabbed the back of his shirt, yanked, and threw him backward!
THUD!
A dull, heavy sound echoed as the leader’s burly frame was slammed hard onto the ground. The impact sent fallen leaves and dust flying everywhere.
"Boss!" Seeing this, the henchmen all cried out in shock.
The leader, who felt like every bone in his body had been shattered by the impact, could only howl in agony. In an instant, beads of sweat dotted his pale face. It was from the pain.
"None of you are getting away!"
Ignoring the leader, Amber’s icy voice had barely faded before she lunged at the other young men.
Faced with this sudden turn of events, the five men subconsciously turned to flee. But how could these dregs, who only knew how to rob travelers on deserted roads, possibly escape from a Dark Energy Peak master who had recovered a portion of her strength?
In less than ten seconds, pitiful wails filled the air.
Not a single one of the six would-be rapists was left standing.
"I’ll wait for you outside," Qin Fan said calmly. He glanced from the unusual anger on Amber’s face to the unlucky men writhing and screaming on the ground.
With that, he leisurely strolled out of the Shrub Forest, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Yes, Master!" Amber said, bowing respectfully to his departing figure.
She didn’t immediately attack the riffraff. Her gaze remained fixed on Qin Fan’s back until his figure had completely disappeared from view.
Only then did Amber lower her head to look at the trash writhing on the ground. She let out a cold snort. The bleak look on her face was no longer mere killing intent, but a terrifying coldness that surpassed it.
"I told you," she hissed, her voice terrifyingly cold, "I would make you wish you were dead."
Amber slowly walked toward the leader.
"No, no, I was wrong! I was wrong! Spare me, please spare me!" the leader shrieked in terror, watching her slow approach.
But Amber’s ice-cold face remained unmoved.
"Help! Help me!"
As that beautiful yet deadly figure drew closer, the leader’s cries for help turned to whimpers as he wet himself.
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