Seeing he couldn't get any information and knowing it was unwise to linger, Zou Feng reached out and patted the man's head.
His movement was gentle and elegant, like an Immortal bestowing a blessing.
A moment later, the man's head burst open like a smashed watermelon.
Zou Feng then cleaned up the scene a little, collected his loot, and made a swift escape.
He had no intention of reporting the incident or exposing the Ten Directions Sect's stronghold.
After all, having killed two Ten Directions Cultists, the enemy would have been alerted long ago. It was impossible for them to still be waiting in that farmhouse.
Besides, the Ten Directions Cultists who had fled here were by no means limited to just the group Ma Pingchuan had been in contact with.
During the meeting earlier that day, Vice Gang Leader Xiang Kang had made the situation very clear.
