San Tian Liang Jiao

Chapter 144 Earth Wasteland Arc (10)

Feng Bujue stopped in front of Hank, standing still. He seemed to want to say something, but didn't immediately speak, instead, he was thinking.

Hank's face was filled with fear as he nervously watched this "outsider," completely unable to guess what the other party was up to. Feng Bujue's brief silence had become a form of invisible pressure.

About thirty seconds later, Feng Bujue took out his pistol from his bag and asked, "Do you know what this is?"

Hank shook his head.

"This is a weapon that was popular in the twentieth and twenty-first centuries," Feng Bujue said. "'Weapon' is a word you should understand, right?"

Hank nodded. "I know... but... what is a... century?"

Feng Bujue thought to himself: They don't even have that concept... looks like they've been completely enslaved.

He remained calm and said, "Another way to put it is, this is a weapon that people used about four to five hundred years ago."

Hank asked tremulously, "Why... are you telling me this?"

Feng Bujue sneered. "Mainly, I want you to have some idea of what this thing is." As he spoke, he pointed to the muzzle. "As long as I move my finger, something called a bullet will fly out of here. Its flight speed is faster than objects launched by anti-gravity catapults. If it's used to attack humans..." He began to scare Hank. "If it hits the head, the brain will explode. If it hits the body, the internal organs will be crushed. If it hits the limbs, that limb will lose its ability to move and bleed non-stop..." He put on a terrifying expression, like a psychopath barely restraining his desire to kill.

Expression is an international language, and one that transcends time. Even if two people are separated by a thousand years, they can still understand each other's joys, sorrows, and angers written on their faces. Therefore, Feng Bujue successfully frightened his opponent.

At this point, he suddenly stopped talking about the pistol and instead asked, "How many people are there in your village in total?"

"What... why are you asking this?" Hank asked nervously in return.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to tell me?" Feng Bujue laughed. "Are you afraid I'll use this gun against them?" He was asking a question he already knew the answer to. First, he demonstrated a weapon the other party didn't understand at all, and then he immediately asked about the population. Anyone would think that way.

"I... our village has ten thousand people!" Hank seemed to have mustered his courage and replied in a louder voice.

"Is that so... hehe..." Feng Bujue laughed in a relaxed tone. He waved the pistol in front of Hank. "According to the auto-navigation, we'll reach your village in about twenty minutes. From what I've observed, your village has a very strong hostility towards outsiders..." He paused for a moment, then continued, "If they attack us as soon as they see us... I have a thousand bullets in this pistol. Even if my hit rate is only around sixty or seventy percent, how many people do you think will die in your village?"

Hearing this from afar, Crazy Blade Shadow almost fell off his chair, thinking: This kid really dares to bluff. A pistol, a thousand bullets? Where are you going to put them all? A dimensional magazine? Besides, with the rate of fire of a pistol, even if you really had a thousand bullets, and your arms and hands could handle it, it would take almost half an hour to fire all thousand shots. Would the people in the village line up one by one for you to kill?

"No... please, don't kill the people in the village!" Hank pleaded. "Our village only has five thousand people..."

"Hey! He actually believed it!" Crazy Blade Shadow exclaimed inwardly, but on the surface, he pretended to be calm, turned his back to the two of them, and sat in the passenger seat, continuing to act as if he were in a daze.

"I can promise you that I won't kill anyone," Feng Bujue said. "But you have to cooperate with us."

"Okay... okay... what do you want me to do?" Hank said tremblingly.

"Look, Hank," Feng Bujue's tone became quite sincere again. This was the so-called carrot and stick. "No matter what prejudices you have against 'outsiders,' you should have seen that my friend and I are not the extremely bloodthirsty kind. Even though you attacked us with a catapult first, we didn't kill you, right?"

Hank nodded.

Crazy Blade Shadow shook his head at this moment, muttering in a low voice: "Although he didn't kill him, the death threats are constantly escalating, aren't they..."

"We just want to take a look at your village and then leave," Feng Bujue continued. "Don't worry, this isn't a reconnaissance mission. There won't be an 'outsider army' attacking you later. We're just travelers, simply curious and wanting to see your village."

Hank was skeptical of these words. He did think that the possibility of a so-called "outsider army" existing was unlikely, but he didn't believe that these two were purely going to visit the village, no matter what.

"However... your village is obviously very xenophobic, with deep-rooted misunderstandings about humans outside the village," Feng Bujue said, observing Hank's expression. "Under normal circumstances, I think anyone in your village would try to kill us without asking why. There would be no opportunity for communication at all." He shook his head. "Once a conflict breaks out, you should be clear about the consequences." He raised his hand and pointed his thumb at Crazy Blade Shadow behind him. "I guarantee that my friend can kill more than a thousand of you with just cold weapons."

Crazy Blade Shadow finally couldn't help but turn around and retort, "Do you think this is like playing Dynasty Warriors?"

Anyway, Hank couldn't understand what he was saying, so Feng Bujue took advantage of the situation and said with a solemn expression, "What he means is that for him, killing a thousand people is as easy as harvesting crops."

Hank was already covered in cold sweat. Hearing these words, the scene of Crazy Blade Shadow suddenly appearing in front of him like a ghost flashed before his eyes, making him even more convinced of the teachings of the village priests: Outsiders are all demons, powerful, cunning, and good at bewitching people's hearts. No matter how harmless, pitiful, or even beautiful they may appear on the surface, they must be killed without hesitation, and they should not even be given a chance to speak.

Feng Bujue's words continued, "Believe me, I don't want to see that kind of situation happen either, just like you." He patted Hank on the shoulder with one hand. "As long as you follow my plan and take us into the village, I guarantee that I won't hurt anyone. My friend and I will stay in your village for a few hours at most, and then we will leave. After that, you'll be free to do whatever you want. You can immediately call people to hunt us down if you want." He paused for two seconds, looked at the change in Hank's expression, and then added, "You may not believe what I'm saying now, but you have to weigh the consequences of what will happen if you don't cooperate." He turned around, a cold smile on his lips. "There's not much time left. If you take too long to consider, the Sandshark Cabin will reach its destination. At that time... we can only act according to the circumstances and enter by force..."