Captured at One Time! . . .
Almost simultaneously, Song Jue ascended into the air, covering a distance of over twenty meters within a heartbeat. Swiftly extending his hand from the confines of his sleeve, he grasped the leader's head with a commanding cry, "Down you go!"
With a dreadful crunch, the leader's head disintegrated in Song Jue's grip, resembling a broken watermelon. The cold realization of what had just transpired dawned upon him as he surveyed the blood-soaked aftermath. Unable to find words to express his remorse, he directed his gaze towards Cha Eun Xiao and Bing-Er. Shrugging his shoulders, he chuckled, "Careless! I was careless! I pushed too hard. Look at the mess I've made... My apologies."
Cha Eun Xiao, although flabbergasted by the violence that had unfolded, struggled to find words to convey his thoughts. [Old man, you put on a heroic façade for so long only to transform this place into a bloodbath. Who ever said that age equals wisdom?]
Bing-Er, meanwhile, wrestled with her urge to vomit. The gruesome scene had undoubtedly unsettled her, yet she exhibited no signs of intense discomfort. Her cold and unyielding eyes contrasted with the expected horror and revulsion.
Cha Eun Xiao's gaze shifted from Bing-Er to the chaos that enveloped the courtyard. His disapproval was palpable as he remarked, "Uncle Song, look at what you've done. You've turned our yard into a mess. This is revolting. If this had occurred outside, I could look away and ignore it. However, this is our home. Cleaning up this mess will be a colossal task, and even then, the stain on this place will linger."
Song Jue acknowledged his mistake, understanding the awkward position he had placed them in. While his intent had been to cast himself in a heroic light in front of Bing-Er and Cha Eun Xiao, it had devolved into a scene of gore and chaos. Filled with regret, he muttered, "Nonsense. A few bloodstains won't ruin anything. We were always going to eliminate them one way or another. It's better to get it over with."
With Cha Eun Xiao appearing unfazed by the courtyard's grim transformation, he redirected his attention to the five surviving assailants. Turning to Bing-Er, he handed her the authority to determine their fate, saying, "Girl, what would you like to do with the remaining five?"
Bing-Er, initially baffled by the request, recognized the gravity of the decision entrusted to her. She had the power to decide the fate of these five lives, a weighty responsibility she had never anticipated. Mastering her uncertainty, she pointed to herself, her demeanor so adorable that Cha Eun Xiao couldn't find words to adequately describe it.
Now tasked with the role of deciding the assailants' fate, Bing-Er contemplated her choices. The five men eagerly watched, their fates hanging in the balance.
Cha Eun Xiao astutely analyzed the situation, recognizing that the girl possessed a degree of naivety and purity. She was resolute in her loyalty to her master, a trait that could be deemed reasonable. Such girls, he knew, often harbored a weakness – a tender heart.
Cha Eun Xiao comprehended the men's silent deliberations, aware that their thoughts centered on the prospect of survival. The loss of three of their comrades had left them bereaved and embittered. Still, their collective survival offered hope – a chance for future vengeance.
Resolute in his intent, Cha Eun Xiao cut off any potential pleas for mercy with a chilling proclamation: "Whoever dares to speak one word, you five die immediately."
Subdued by the severity of the ultimatum, the men reluctantly restrained their pleas. They pinned their hopes on Bing-Er, expecting the compassionate young woman to grant them a reprieve.
Bing-Er, however, didn't leave them hanging for long. After a brief moment of contemplation, her thoughts coalesced around their earlier statements. 'Beauty is a sin!' 'It will not only be your sin but also lead to the collapse of your clan!' These words resonated in her mind, motivating her next actions.
Turning her gaze toward the five men, she confronted them with a pointed question. "I asked you, don't you feel ashamed and guilty when you do things like this? Can you be relieved? You told me that only the strongest owns the rules. Now that I am the stronger one, what do you have in your mind? Let me ask you something. How many times have you done things like this before?"
The men exchanged apprehensive glances, grappling with their responses. Their predicament was stark: admitting the truth would provoke her anger, yet offering falsehoods would likely lead to the same grim fate.
Striking a somber demeanor, the new leader's words bore a heavy acknowledgment: "There have been many times. We follow orders. There is nothing we can do."
Bing-Er's gaze betrayed sorrow as she contemplated the gravity of their admission. Their confession spoke to the countless lives of young women forever altered by their actions.