Flanders was laughing wildly.
The reaction of this group of people was really interesting.
Moreover, he had already revealed his true identity, yet he still dared to walk towards him.
What else did the village chief say?
Thank you?
Was he thanking me?
Was he thanking me for chopping off his arm?
The group of villagers retreated more than ten meters in fear, but there was a wall behind them, and the exit was on Flanders's side, so they could not get out at all. They could only tremble in fear.
Flanders did not care about them.
Instead, he shifted his gaze to the village chief, and his gaze became interesting.
"Ahhh!!"
At this moment, the village chief was still lying on the ground, screaming in pain.
He was bleeding non-stop, and blood was splattering all over the ground from his body.
Flanders squatted down.
A finger filled with straw pressed between the village chief's eyebrows.
