CH 189

Watching the other party screaming and rolling on the ground while covering his ears, Li Huowang didn't bother to say anything. He lifted his long sword and prepared to chop off the other party's head.

"Li Shixiong, look at this!" A sudden voice stopped Li Huowang.

Sun Baolu walked over with something in his hand. Li Huowang looked over and found that it was a polished old tobacco pipe. Moreover, the pattern on the pipe and the tobacco pouch looked very familiar.

"Li Shixiong, this is Lu Ban's tobacco pouch! It can't be wrong. When we were on the road together, he even let me smoke a few times."

Li Huowang reached out and carefully examined it. His expression became serious.

It seemed that Lu Ban was most likely captured by these bandits. Li Huowang put the tobacco pipe in front of the bandits and asked in a cold voice, "Where did this come from? Did you rob a troupe recently?"

"If you have the guts, kill me! I, Liu Waimouth, am a hero who stands tall and firm! Don't even think about making me betray my brothers!" The bandit shouted at Li Huowang with a face full of defiance.

Seeing him like this, a surge of heat instantly rushed to Li Huowang's brain. He smiled and opened his sheepskin bag at the hem.

The sound of metal hitting metal rang out as a row of instruments of torture, each with a different shape and spotless, were revealed.

"Kill you? I'll make you beg for death!"

For the next short period of time, Liu Waimouth's fingers were ground off inch by inch, and his screams echoed far and wide in the mountains.

The others turned their heads, unable to watch any further.

After his left hand was ground down to just his wrist, he finally confessed with tears and snot streaming down his face.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! The boss's mother is turning seventy soon, so they specially caught a troupe and they're still up in the mountains!"

Li Huowang threw the bloody instruments of torture in his hand in front of him, scaring Liu Waimouth into shrinking back.

"Get up and take me to your lair if you don't want to suffer anymore."

Liu Waimouth didn't dare to say anything and crawled up like a dog, leading the way weirdly.

At this time, Sun Baolu, who had wiped his sword on a corpse, hesitated and said, "Li Shixiong, let's forget it. It's better to avoid trouble. Lu Ban is not related to us..."

When he saw Li Huowang's stern gaze sweep over, he avoided eye contact.

"I'm Li Huowang, not Danyang Zi. If you don't know, it's fine. Since you know that Lu Ban has been captured, then you must find a way to rescue him!"

"Moreover, these scum attacked us without any provocation. I still have to get an explanation from them!"

If even a group of bandits who rob and plunder can bully him at will, then he would be too miserable to live.

There are some things in this world that he can't afford to provoke, but there are also things that he can.

The carriage turned and followed Liu Waimouth towards the bandit stronghold.

"Safe travels, we'll see each other again." A voice came from behind. Li Huowang turned his head and saw that the speaker was the old man who had traveled with them before. He had already crossed the stone blocking the road.

Li Huowang casually arched his hand towards him and continued to follow.

Through Zhao Waimouth's statement, Li Huowang quickly learned about the specifications of this group of bandits. Their leader's nickname was Big Golden Dragon, and this area of the Savage Mountain was his territory.

They were not a wandering band of robbers, but rather an established bandit stronghold."What is 'four beams and eight pillars'?" Li Huowang asked as he walked.

From Zhao Waimouth, Li Huowang heard a bunch of different names.

But overall, it was just the different roles within a bandit's den.

The "knife" that robs

The "grain platform" that manages materials

The "water fragrance" that manages the watchtowers in the village

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The "stack flipper" that comes up with plans

The "youngsters' room" that ties up wealthy family members and brings them up the mountain as hostages

The "flower tongue" that intimidates the family members of hostages into paying ransom

The "thousand pliers" that disguises as a civilian to gather information

And finally, the engraver that writes extortion letters and handles other written matters.

First, there is the head of the family, followed by the second and third in command, then the "four beams and eight pillars," and finally the children who do odd jobs.

The entire bandit's den is like a pyramid, with a clear and obvious order.

"Clearly just bandits, but they act like they're in the military. How many people do you have on the mountain?"

"We haven't counted, there should be several hundred people."

After Liu Waimouth completely broke down, he spoke whatever came to mind like a dog that had lost its family.

"How capable is your head of the family? Does he have any special abilities?"

"Special abilities? Of course not. Our head of the family is big and uses a hammer."

"Several hundred people? No special abilities? Just ordinary bandits…" Li Huowang silently calculated the strengths of both sides.

They came on horseback, while Li Huowang walked on foot. It was almost dark by the time they arrived near the bandit's den.

Soon, Li Huowang and the others went up the mountain. He saw a fire halfway up the mountain, which should be their destination.

"Chirp chirp~" Suddenly, a clear bird call came from the hillside.

Li Huowang kicked Liu Waimouth's butt with his foot and said, "Tell them I'm here to negotiate peacefully. It's best if we can sit down and talk. Otherwise, they'll see what I'm capable of."

"You've seen my abilities before. Think for yourself, how many people will die if we fight."

Liu Waimouth, holding his hand, nodded his head dejectedly and blew the same bird call from his mouth.

Soon, the same bird call responded.

The road ahead was unobstructed and no one stopped them.

Soon, a cave halfway up the mountain appeared in front of him. Several fierce bandits holding torches stood at the door, glaring at Li Huowang.

"Kid, you've got guts. You killed our brothers and still dare to negotiate with us!"

Li Huowang couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense with these ordinary bandits and walked straight in.

Soon, in the so-called "meeting hall," Li Huowang saw three rough men drinking and eating meat, cursing and swearing.

Their voices gradually lowered as they all looked at Li Huowang.

"A real or fake Taoist priest?" A bald man asked first.

But Li Huowang couldn't be bothered to argue with them about their jargon.

"Since I can come here, I'm sure you all understand. Hand over that theater troupe, and the matter of robbing me before will be settled."

"Hahaha~!!" The three men burst out laughing.

"Clang!" The sword was unsheathed, and a strong killing intent instantly spread throughout the entire meeting hall.