"It's simple. We heard your village is doing well, so we came here for food."
The village chief squinted his eyes and sized up the dozen people before him.
He noticed that each of them had a fierce look on their faces and that each of them held a different type of knife. He knew that they had come with ill intentions.
He suppressed the anger in his heart and pointed to the bags of food beside them. "Didn't you guys already get what you wanted? Hurry up and leave. We won't pursue this matter."
"No, village chief, I..." one of the old men being held hostage immediately retorted. However, before he could finish his sentence, his neck was broken by the man who was holding him.
That's right; he twisted it cleanly and neatly. If these people weren't military veterans, then they must be repeat offenders.
The other hostages were so frightened that they immediately screamed.
