Xu Ergou and his men breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Cheng Zongyang leave.
"Thank god we didn't make a move. Otherwise, we would've all died here tonight," Xu Ergou said, a wave of fear washing over him.
His three followers nodded in agreement, not daring to object.
Cheng Zongyang had beaten up the four of them before.
But that wasn't the real reason they feared him. It was because they had witnessed just how ruthless and decisive he could be.
The memory of that day was crystal clear—
Their group had gone into the mountains and spotted a medium-sized wild boar. Just as they were about to move in for the kill, Cheng Zongyang leaped down from a tree. He landed beside the boar, kicked it onto its side, then lunged forward, his movements a blur as he plunged his knife into the animal's neck.
The whole thing was brutally efficient, with no wasted motion.
And as Cheng Zongyang drove the knife into the boar's neck, he even turned to look at them.
