The tall, slender bandit collapsed to the ground like a heap of mud without even uttering a scream, falling silent forever.
Suddenly, there was dead silence all around.
Aside from the rustling of leaves in the breeze, only the increasingly heavy breathing could be heard.
And that unexpected intruder who turned around slowly, stepping on a dry branch with a "crack."
The bald man's eyes flashed with surprise, quickly coming to his senses.
"Don't move!"
He shouted loudly, pointing his gun straight at Fang Cheng.
As long as this man dared to make any suspicious move, the bullet seemed ready to fly at any moment.
Another short, sturdy bandit gripped a shovel tightly in his hand, yelling angrily to boost morale.
His footsteps unconsciously shifted closer to the leader's side.
Fang Cheng's expression remained unchanged, and he muttered to himself:
"I was thinking my morning exercise would end here today. Didn't expect to find sparring partners here."
