Chapter 307. The Rise Opportunity
Hua Qiang couldn’t believe the arrow lodged in his chest. After a sharp, penetrating pain and a sense of suffocation, Hua Qiang involuntarily fell backward. In the last instant before falling, he mustered all his strength to throw his machete towards the one who shot him.
This catastrophe was suffocating, but for him, it was a chance to rise, to taste the flavor of power, to decide the fate of others instead of being trampled upon and begging for mercy. In his view, good days lay ahead, and he definitely didn’t want to die; how could he be willing to die?
Even in death, he wanted to take someone down with him. Unfortunately, a dying man may have explosive force, but his strength is ultimately limited, and the machete fell to the ground halfway.
Just like this, Hua Qiang stared unrelentingly at the machete fallen on the ground, eyes wide with unwillingness. Until his death, he couldn’t understand how these clearly ordinary villagers could be so formidable, especially with weapons more powerful than bows and arrows.
With Hua Qiang’s death, the remaining few were completely terrified, with no will to resist. Even if they had the will, they didn’t dare, unless they wanted to follow in Hua Qiang’s footsteps. Kneeling on the ground, all they could do was instinctively beg for mercy.
"Spare us, spare us, have mercy, we beg of you!" The few were crying tearfully, repeatedly kowtowing and begging for mercy.
This scene had played out in front of them just two days ago, but who would have thought it would be their turn today, with even their leader gone.
"village chief..." Everyone turned their eyes to the old Hua.
They might be good at fighting, but when it comes to handling things, the village chief is better, especially dealing with such a group of villains, fearing that the knife in their hands might have a mind of its own and act again.
"Tie them up first," Old Hua said, expressionless, looking at the few people. No matter how miserable they were, it couldn’t erase the fact that they had harmed others.
"Is anyone hurt, seriously injured?" Instead of spending time, why not pay more attention to the villagers.
"Hua Qiang, hurry up and bandage the wounded," Old Hua handed over the medical kit from his granddaughter to Hua Qiang.