16. I Only Want to Kill You Without Any Risk
The towering man who spoke had fierce green eyes that glinted with menace, clearly convinced he had the upper hand over Xie An. It was obvious they were the notorious bandits who regularly preyed on merchants around this area. They had been tailing Xie An since his days at Yong’an Inn, following him all the way here. Upon confirming that Xie An and his companion were mere country bumpkins—fat sheep without any backing—they bared their teeth.
There was also another possibility... that these bandits were connected with the Yong’an Inn itself.
Xie An felt utterly speechless. He had thought conducting business in the county town would be far safer. Yet danger lurked not within the city walls, but outside them.
The two sides stood some ten meters apart. Although Xie An’s senses were much sharper than before, he still couldn’t gauge their true strength. He clenched the dagger hidden in his right sleeve, remaining vigilant.
Chen He, standing nearby, saw Xie An silent and assumed he was frightened. Gritting his teeth, he jumped down from the carriage, placed a ten-tael silver ingot on the ground, and bowed with a forced smile.
“Gentlemen, I am Chen He, younger brother of Chen Lei, head of the Chen Martial Arts School in Wuqiao Town. I humbly ask for your kindness.”
The Chen Martial Arts School was the only one in Wuqiao Town and quite famous in the surrounding villages. Usually, when Chen He encountered minor bandits on his travels, simply introducing himself was enough to intimidate them. Offering a little silver and a friendly smile usually meant the bandits wouldn’t cause much trouble.
But today was different.
The tall man who had spoken earlier suddenly laughed, “Ah San, have you ever heard of that so-called Chen Martial Arts School?”
The man to his left, called Ah San, shook his head with a sneer. “Brother Wei, our Whale Gang only recognizes the four big martial schools in the county town. Others are just rabble, not worth mentioning.”
When Xie An heard them mention their own names so openly, he knew they had no intention of letting him live.
It was like a kidnap victim seeing the faces of their captors.
Sure enough—
Wei Ge, the man called Brother Wei, smiled mockingly. “Offering ten taels to get off easy? You’re treating us like beggars. Ah San, Wang Wu, don’t waste words on these two old country bumpkins—just kill them. The money is all ours anyway.”
Clang! Clang!
Ah San and Wang Wu both drew their blades, sparks flying as steel scraped against the sheaths, dazzling under the moonlight.
“Please spare us, sirs! I’ll give you all the money!”
Feeling the imminent attack, Xie An feigned great fear and jumped down from the carriage, trembling as he pulled out five large silver ingots from his bundle and displayed them to the three men.
Although it was late at night, the full moon shone brightly, casting a silvery glow on the coins.
As expected, the bandits, seeing the glinting silver, paused with greedy expressions rather than rushing in.
From the corner of his eye, Xie An noted their greed and lack of worldly experience—they were no seasoned pirates.
With this in mind, Xie An devised a plan, though his face became even more terrified. “I’ll give you these five big silver ingots if you spare this old man’s life, alright?”
The three men were satisfied with his fearful demeanor. Ah San said, “Throw over the silver quickly.”
The Whale Gang was a ruthless criminal group that lurked nearby, robbing unprotected merchants. Though these three had been robbing for years, encountering a fat sheep carrying 250 taels at night, like Xie An, was a first.
Usually, anyone carrying such a fortune would either have protection or background.
Today, they had truly found a prize.
No wonder they were so excited.
But they didn’t plan to let Xie An go so easily.
They wanted the money—and the lives.
Otherwise, if the victims lived to report them, it would bring trouble.
“Come on.”
Xie An tossed the five silver ingots toward them.
Ah San eagerly reached out to catch them, but the moment his hand touched the silver, a sharp whistling sound suddenly pierced the air.
“Whoosh!”
A deadly arrow sped toward him. Realizing the danger, Ah San shouted a warning and instinctively tried to grab the arrow, but it was too fast and powerful.
His hand caught the shaft, but the arrowhead slipped from his palm with tremendous force, piercing his neck with a sickening “pfft.”
“Ugh... ugh...”
He opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t breathe; his windpipe was shattered. He collapsed lifelessly to the ground, leaving only the acrid scent of blood drifting in the autumn breeze.
“Ah San!”
“Third Brother!”
Wei Ge and Wang Wu shouted in fury and shock.
They had spent half a day scouting, confident these two old country bumpkins had no guards. They thought they were easy prey.
But they never imagined the old man would strike so ruthlessly.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Wei Ge snarled, “What a damned hunter. Wang Wu, kill the Chen old man. I’ll deal with the hunter.”
With their roles clear, Wang Wu swung his blade at Chen He.
Meanwhile, Wei Ge charged at Xie An. To avoid the arrows, he zigzagged rather than running straight.
“Whoosh!”
Xie An nocked an arrow and fired, but lacking skill, he missed.
“...”
He was a little speechless. Wei Ge was cunning. But Xie An remained calm, quickly assessing the situation. Wei Ge was less than ten meters away—one more breath and he’d be upon him.
He had one more arrow.
Xie An didn’t underestimate Wei Ge but didn’t want to risk close combat. Better to kill him before he got too close.
“Whoosh!”
The second arrow flew swiftly, the bowstring humming as it shot out. But with a clang, Wei Ge deflected it with his broadsword. In a blink, he was before Xie An, raising his blade for a fierce strike to the face.
Xie An abandoned complaints about his poor archery and dropped to the ground, feigning terror and despair.
“You damn hunter dare kill my Whale Gang brothers? Die!”
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