Disaster Apocalypse: Farming, Family, and My Hidden Secret Space
Chapter 307. The Rise Opportunity

Chapter 307: 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.

"It’s nothing, village chief uncle, just some superficial wounds, no need for bandaging."

They were rough men, not caring about minor injuries. Besides, they could show off their scars later, letting others in the village admire them upon their return.

"That’s not okay," Old Hua wouldn’t agree. These were their village’s brave men who mustn’t suffer any harm. Besides, in such heat, untreated wounds were prone to infection.

"Hua Qiang..."

Hua Qiang quickly took the medical kit and began treating the wounded brothers.

No severe injuries, at most just a small cut. Thanks must be given to Hua Jin, whose crossbow appeared timely in moments of danger, keeping them safe, and they felt grateful deep down!

Honestly, with such accuracy and keen eyesight, these men had to admit their respect. Unlike them, who in dark conditions could barely fight in close quarters, using a crossbow was impossible from a distance, or else they wouldn’t have put it away, fearing to hit their own.

Speaking of almost injuring themselves, you couldn’t help but mention Xiao Si. His courage was commendable, but his accuracy left much to be desired. Had it not been for their quick reactions, things could have ended badly.

It was their own people getting hurt, how fortunate it was to have Hua Jin!

With Hua Jin’s help, not many were injured, and those who were got treated quickly.

Old Hua already learned from his granddaughter, which is why he remained so calm.

Seeing everyone was fine, Old Hua turned his gaze once more to the bound villains, as long as they breathed, they were all tied up like pretzels on the ground.

"Spare us, oh hero, spare us, we were forced, please spare us..."

The trembling pleas for mercy never stopped, accompanied by a faint smell of urine, causing everyone to step back in disdain.

"Want to live?" Old Hua looked at the people on the ground, even if they seemed pitiful, battered and bruised, they couldn’t elicit a shred of pity from him.

If their hearts weren’t malicious, how could they have been counterattacked? It was their doing, having no idea how many had fallen victim to their cruelty. This was considered an act of eliminating evil for the people.

Thinking of this, Old Hua’s gaze grew even colder, staring at them with chilling intent.

"Do... do... do, I beg you, grandfather, spare our lives."

The elderly man in front seemed kind, giving those on the ground a glimmer of hope, prompting quick kowtows.

They were afraid of dying. Who wouldn’t want to live? If not for fear of death, they wouldn’t have colluded with their leader.

"Alright then, don’t say this old man didn’t give you a chance. Speak, what evil deeds did you commit with your leader? How many people did you rob? Where is your lair, and how many are left there..."

"I’ll tell, I’ll tell, I’ll tell," the men tied like cocoons competed to speak out in their plea for mercy.

Clearly, they had no backbone, betraying others smoothly without hesitation.

Besides, with their leader gone, who would bother caring?

Seeing them still competing for a chance to speak despite the situation... if not for the need to uproot the evil thoroughly lest it resurfaces, Old Hua wouldn’t bother glancing at them again.

And these questions... the grudge had already been settled; ridding the world of evil thoroughly might be worth it, avoiding future trouble.

Old Hua saw through them; they relied on numbers, weak at heart with no one truly formidable. Once clarified, they could wipe out their lair, removing at least one menace.

As for reporting to the authorities, it wasn’t unheard of. But thinking of the few government officials in the county office, Old Hua sincerely felt the county magistrate might be helpless, or else the bandits wouldn’t be so rampant.

"Shut up," headache-inducing noise prompted Old Hua to randomly point to one, "You speak..."

"Our leader was called Lai Yansan."

"Lai Yansan, is that a nickname?"

"Yes, yes, yes, boss had a scar near his eye, dubbed Lai Yansan. Everyone got used to the name; nobody knows his real name."

"Where is he? Did he come for this operation?"

"Yes, sir, he came." The speaker’s gaze drifted to a nearby corpse.

Following the gaze, Hua Qiang and others walked over, noticing the arrow in the chest and realizing this was the leader they led earlier, who turned out to be their boss unexpectedly.

Though already dead, they kicked a few times in frustration, spitting out grievances.

... He got off easy.

Old Hua shifted his glance to his granddaughter, a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes.

"How many came this time, and how many remain at the lair?"

"Eighty came, only fifteen left guarding the lair, plus the old and weak women and children, just about a hundred." Instinctively, the speaker omitted those kept as reserve food supplies, but the shifting gaze betrayed him.

The darkness might obscure others’ view, but Hua Jin saw clearly.

She whispered in her grandfather’s ear, stirring up a glare of anger toward the speaker, chillingly saying, "Are you sure there’s only about a hundred, no one else? This is your last chance, think carefully before speaking."

A stark threat, undeniably fierce.