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This is unforgivable!

BOOM!

A terrifying pressure roared out, rushing towards the two men. They were immediately immobilized.

"Don’t worry, I won’t kill you," Commander Nie sneered. "Because I’m going to carve the flesh from your bodies, piece by piece! You’ll beg for a death that will not come and plead for a mercy you cannot obtain!"

CLANG!

Commander Nie drew a black dagger, his aged eyes glinting with bloodlust and cruelty as he approached Fatty step by step. Clearly, he intended to start with Fatty.

"Break!"

But just then, Qin Feiyang roared. He instantly broke free from the pressure and delivered a fierce slap across Commander Nie’s old face.

SMACK!

The sound of the slap was sharp and clear!

Commander Nie was dumbfounded. How could this be? He actually broke free from my pressure?

At that very moment, Fatty also broke free. Without hesitation, he too landed a resounding slap on Commander Nie’s other cheek, leaving another crimson handprint.

Then, the two stepped back, beaming at Commander Nie, whose face was now a mixture of livid red and pale white.

SWOOSH!

Suddenly, Commander Nie glared at them, killing intent blazing in his eyes.

"What’s wrong?" Fatty jeered. "Are you only allowed to kick us, but we can’t hit you back? How did those two slaps feel? Want a few more? Besides, you’re shameless. A few more slap marks won’t make a difference. Right, Boss?"

"Yes," Qin Feiyang nodded.

PTUI!

Commander Nie was so enraged that he coughed up a mouthful of blood. "You two bastards, go to hell!"

His face twisted in fury, the fresh blood at the corner of his mouth making him look even more terrifying. Simultaneously, he raised his aged hand, Battle Intent surging in his palm, and struck out at the two with murderous intent!

"Boss, finish him!" Fatty yelled, his own killing intent surging.

Based on the Old Bastard’s aura, he could be at most a Two-star or perhaps a Three Star War Ancestor. If we knew the full extent of his abilities, we wouldn’t stand a chance. But the critical point is that he knows nothing about our methods! We have a chance to take him by surprise and kill him!

Qin Feiyang’s eyes flickered. In a split second, his decision was made. Kill!

BUZZ!

But just then, the Image Crystal Stone in Commander Nie’s possession hummed. He raised an eyebrow, withdrew the Image Crystal Stone, and channeled Battle Intent into it.

An ethereal, elderly figure suddenly materialized. It was an old woman in a crimson robe, her long hair snow-white, her aged face holding a hint of ruthlessness.

"Greetings, Mayor." Commander Nie immediately knelt and kowtowed.

The Mayor of Yun State! Qin Feiyang and Fatty exchanged a look, instantly quashing their killing intent.

"Come to me at once," the Mayor of Yun State uttered only that single sentence before her projection dissipated like smoke.

Commander Nie put away the Image Crystal Stone, rose, and stared daggers at Qin Feiyang and Fatty, a sadistic grin plastered on his face. "Wait until I’ve met with the Mayor. Then I’ll be back to deal with you two slowly!"

With that, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

"He barely escaped death by a hair’s breadth and is still so arrogant. Truly an ignorant old dog," Fatty sneered. He was perfectly confident. If the Mayor of Yun State hadn’t summoned Commander Nie at that crucial moment, they would surely have killed him by now. His confidence stemmed from Blue Snow, the Counter Curse Manual, and those ribs!

Qin Feiyang, however, was looking down, lost in thought.

Seeing this, Fatty looked at Qin Feiyang with confusion, frowned, and asked, "Boss, can you explain why we had to come to the prison? Isn’t this like walking into a tiger’s den, just asking to die?"

Qin Feiyang said, "You’re wrong. We aren’t going to die."

"Huh?" Fatty was startled. "What do you mean?"

"If the Mayor of Yun State really wanted to kill us, she wouldn’t have sent us to prison," Qin Feiyang explained. "Commander Nie would have attacked us on the plains. But I don’t understand... what is the Mayor of Yun State planning?" He knitted his brows tightly.