Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1543 - 352: How Could He Be So Strong? (3)

Instinctively, Master Li lifted his hand to defend himself, yet the blade moved with blinding speed; in a flash, one of his arms was severed clean.

Another agonized scream tore from Master Li's throat, but before he could even respond, Ma Fude swung in a wide arc, severing his head with a sharp whoosh.

The onlookers stared as Master Li's head soared through the air, finally comprehending the shocking event.

Though Master Li had clashed with Ma Fude for three or four exchanges, the entire confrontation unfolded in mere moments, and it was only after his head was lopped off that the audience grasped the reality.

Right after, a terrifying wail erupted from the caravan group.

One must remember that Master Li served as the pillar of the caravan, providing essential safeguarding during their journeys north and south.

Witnessing Master Li's decapitation, numerous members couldn't endure the sight and cried out in terror, their fighting spirit shattering instantly.

The most heartbroken sobs came from the Xu family's third daughter, Xu Caijin, who at that instant lamented deeply: "Master Li~"

Tears then poured down like a storm, and suddenly, she sensed the world collapsing around her; Master Li had been her sole protector, and with him gone, what hope remained for her?

These thoughts made her sobs grow even more desperate.

Noticing her weeping so heartbreakingly, Ma Fude glanced over, gripping his bloodied blade, and ran his tongue along the blood, eyeing Xu Caijin with a sinister smile: "Boss lady, no need to fear; I'll look after you well from here on, hmm, along with plenty more."

Xu Caijin's complexion drained to utter whiteness; she grasped the implication behind Ma Fude's words, even without him spelling it out.

In such chaotic eras, what merciful destiny awaited a woman captured by outlaws?

She would surely endure brutal abuses, subjected to every form of degradation they could devise.

Considering this horror, Xu Caijin looked toward the faltering caravan folk and the merciless Ma Fude, resolving herself inwardly as she discreetly drew the concealed dagger, intending to take her own life.

Yet at that very moment, the disfigured woman she had saved earlier grasped her hand softly and shook her head, murmuring: "Ah ah~"

She stayed silent, unable to speak.

Observing her in this state, Xu Caijin advised: "Mute, if it turns dire, you should flee; your ugliness offers some protection."

Hearing these words, the disfigured woman shook her head vigorously: "Ah ah~"

As though urging Xu Caijin against any rash actions, Xu Caijin felt deeply conflicted, and right then, the elderly butler arrived to steady her, stating: "Third Miss, the situation isn't hopeless yet; we still have Leader Sun!"

The elderly butler meant Sun Cong, though Xu Caijin held little faith in him, given that Sun Cong's abilities were apparent but plainly outmatched by Ma Fude, the Vice Leader, or else he wouldn't have been defeated so swiftly.

Furthermore, as he battled the Iron Neck Mountain's Third Master's blocker, Kong San, he was clearly falling behind, showing that Leader Sun couldn't be their rescuer!

Elsewhere, catching the butler's remark, Ma Fude burst into mocking laughter: "You old idiot, you're delusional if you think that useless Sun fellow can rescue you, haha, instead of wasting thoughts on that, Boss lady, ponder how to satisfy me better, haha..."

Watching Ma Fude guffaw so insolently, from the opposite side, Sun Cong bellowed furiously: "Ma Fude, you scoundrel, as a mere Escort Master conspiring with bandits to plunder your client, do you have any regard for Jianghu principles?"

In response to Sun Cong's accusation, Ma Fude replied: "Jianghu principles, naturally, I, Ma Fude, respect Jianghu principles, but they demand a fitting status to enforce. If I were an Escort Master, plotting with bandits against my patron would violate them, but suppose I am a bandit?"

"Bandit?"

Sun Cong's expression froze, and promptly Ma Fude yelled: "Old Third, inform him of my identity?"

At these words, the blocker Kong San brandished his Wolf Fang Club and chuckled: "Haha... You don't even know our Second Master? That's hilarious."

"Second Master?"

Sun Cong looked baffled, and Kong San explained: "Second Master is our Boss's younger brother, and he sneaked into your pathetic escort firm for this major heist, what Jianghu principles? Our bandit code is all about relishing the spoils... Right, brothers!"

"Right, right!"

With that, the nearby bandits roared in agreement, the noise surging like an avalanche or tidal wave; hearing it, the foes' morale soared as they turned, spotting the outlaws enthusiastically brandishing their weapons; succeeding in this raid would mean days of revelry.

As these ideas fueled their enthusiasm, the group grew wilder, but then Ma Fude lifted his hand and commanded: "Cut the talk, Old Third, crush that Sun's skull for me."

His order given, Kong San grinned: "Sure thing, Second Brother, at your service."

With that declaration, he readied his Wolf Fang Club for attack, and facing the impending assault, Sun Cong recognized his inferiority, thus he called out: "Hold on, Ma, these goods hail from Huangzhou Prefecture, if you lay a finger on them, aren't you wary of clashing with Chen Jiusi, Grandpa Chen?"

"Hehe... Leader Kong, you think mentioning Chen Jiusi will intimidate me in Shanxi lands?"

"For one, this isn't Huangzhou Prefecture, for two, Chen Jiusi already offloaded that shipment, so it's none of his concern?"

"And even conceding a thousand times, if Chen Jiusi pokes his nose in, do you suppose I'd fear him?"

"His fame might echo in Huangzhou Prefecture, but it means squat here. Be it dragon or tiger, all must coil low in our domain. If he shows up, I'll handle him just the same!"

Ma Fude bragged with haughty defiance, and upon hearing it, Sun Cong sneered: "All hot air. If Grandpa Chen appeared today, you'd soil yourself."

Ma Fude responded with a chilly scoff: "Spare me the chatter, I won't dawdle with you. Third Brother, go for it!"

"Got it, Second Brother, brace for the club!"

Now, Kong San hurled his Wolf Fang Club savagely at Sun Cong, who recoiled in alarm and leaped aside, only for the weapon to slam into the earth with a deafening thud.

A resounding boom echoed, sending dirt billowing, carving a deep crater right into the soil.

Next, Kong San hoisted his Wolf Fang Club and pursued the evading Sun Cong, who desperately parried the blows.

Yet he kept yelling, "Ma, mark my words, if you mess with Huangzhou Prefecture folk, you're courting disaster. You're done for. Grandpa Chen won't spare you..."

Bang, bang, bang!

Kong San hammered away furiously with his Wolf Fang Club, bellowing, "Wretch, worry about your own hide first."

Kong San thundered, and nearby, Xu Caijin questioned the old steward curiously, "Does this Chen Jiusi from Huangzhou Prefecture truly command such prestige? Even while Leader Sun takes a beating, he's invoking his name."

The old steward shared the confusion.

Yet in the midst of the throng, Chen Jie sighed inwardly, this Sun Cong lives up to his name, clever indeed. Yelling his name amid combat makes it seem like mere allegiance.

In truth, only Chen Jie understood that the rascal was desperately signaling for aid.

Were it another person, Chen Jiusi might stay uninvolved, but since this youth was Zhou Chu's fellow disciple and had displayed his talents during the trip, letting him perish here stirred some reluctance.

Still, for trying to outsmart me, the boy must face consequences.

Thus, Chen Jie held back from intervening, merely observing as Kong San pummeled Sun Cong without mercy, the latter barely holding on.

Boom!

Just then, a powerful hit from Kong San launched Sun Cong airborne, rolling him across the dirt multiple times until he lay bloodied and broken.

Kong San then rushed forward, raising his Wolf Fang Club to strike down, while Sun Cong crawled desperately, on the verge of being crushed.

In sheer panic, Sun Cong wailed pleadingly, "Grandpa Chen, save me!"

And precisely then, as Kong San's Wolf Fang Club descended toward Sun Cong's skull, poised to smash it apart.

But abruptly, with a whistle, right before all eyes, a small stone hit Kong San squarely in the pit of his right arm.

In a flash, his right arm went numb and limp, freezing mid-motion.

Sun Cong braced for the fatal blow, but noticed Kong San's odd state, his gaze igniting with hope.

Quick as lightning, he drove his knife straight into Kong San's belly.

Ah...

Kong San howled in anguish, Sun Cong's eyes flashed, and he yanked the knife free before slicing toward Kong San's neck.

The blade struck swiftly, whooshing as Kong San's head detached and flew.

Those witnessing the spectacle gaped in disbelief, how could this be, how was it feasible.

How could his power be so immense!