Sunier and the others spurred their horses on and soon disappeared into the twilight. The middle-aged Knight waited patiently for a moment, then slowly said, "Can you let go of our lord now?"
"Dismount." Han Jin smiled.
The middle-aged Knight took a deep breath, then made a gesture, and all the other Knights jumped down from their horses.
"Now, kill your horses," Han Jin added.
"You …" The middle-aged Knight's eyes shone with a cold light.
Han Jin spun the table knife in his hand briskly, then returned it to the hostage. This was no longer the table knife Sunier had used before. Han Jin had sharpened the knife to an extremely sharp point. The slender tip of the knife was only a few millimeters away from the hostage's eyes. If the hostage blinked, his eyelashes would touch the tip of the knife. The feeling of being stabbed was terrifying. The hostage knew where the sharp pain was coming from, and also knew that something had fallen, but he didn't dare to look, scream, or move. All he could do was endure the pain and sit there like a statue.
Han Jin's hand was extremely firm, as if it was frozen in the air. "I like to be straightforward, and I never repeat myself."
The middle-aged Knight grunted, then raised his sword and stabbed it into the neck of the horse. The horse screamed and jumped up. Its body spun half a circle, then fell to the ground. Blood gushed out along with foam.
Hundreds of murderous gazes focused on Han Jin, but it didn't affect Han Jin in the slightest. Then, one by one, the horses were stabbed by their own masters, and the mournful cries resounded through the sky.
"Now, is this enough?" The middle-aged Knight said word by word.
"Wait." Han Jin suddenly became a man of few words.
The middle-aged Knight looked at Han Jin carefully. The more he looked at him, the more frightened he became. Han Jin's smile was very gentle and kind, but the hatred in his eyes was like a raging wave beating the shore, suffocating him.
It was reasonable to say that Han Jin's cultivation shouldn't have made the knights feel oppressed. This was because of his origin. In order to protect his Primordial Spirit from dispersing in the endless space-time turbulence, his spiritual power had been tempered beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Although he looked calm on the surface, his heart was in an extremely fierce conflict.
There was a thing called impression. For example, when you used a mobile phone for the first time, drank a kind of wine for the first time, or ate a dish for the first time, if it left a bad impression, you might not try it again in your lifetime.
Han Jin's impression of this world was extremely bad. Chaos, no rules, the destruction of Radon Town, the bad businessman George in the Eleventh Town, the soldiers he met on the way, the Mercenary Association in Isolated Cliff City, and now, all these things had made him unable to bear it. He had never wanted to destroy anything so much since he was sensible.
Maybe, for a person who was used to being submissive, all these things were nothing, but Han Jin couldn't. His experience had determined that his patience was limited. In that world, there were also all kinds of deceit and oppression. But after all, it was a civilized era, and deceit and oppression were all for profit. If there was no profit as the premise, ordinary people would not easily hurt others.
But here, it was a mess. Naked robbery, bullying, and even killing were everywhere. Therefore, Han Jin felt extremely disgusted!
But the middle-aged Knight didn't know what kind of change Han Jin had completed, nor what kind of road he had forced Han Jin to walk on. He was always trying to rescue the hostages.
"Brother, put down your weapon now, I promise I won't hurt you! I can swear! "
"How long do you want us to wait?"
"This is your last chance, I hope you can cherish it!"
"Brother, do you know who Lord Mario is? He is a noble, he is … "
Despite the middle-aged man's incessant chatter, Han Jin remained motionless. His hand and the knife were firm, but the hostage seemed to be unable to stand it any longer. Large beads of sweat kept dripping down from his forehead. The strangest thing was that his body was trembling slightly, but his head remained motionless. Obviously, he was trying his best to control himself. The difficulty of this posture should be close to 100 points.
Just when the middle-aged Knight stopped trying to persuade Han Jin, Han Jin suddenly said, "Tell me, why did you attack us? And, tell those archers to put away their bows. I'm easily nervous, and once I'm nervous, I'll do something wrong. Don't push me. "
The middle-aged Knight waved his hand, motioning the archers to put away their bows. Then he pondered for a moment and smiled bitterly, "This is not the first caravan."
"What do you mean?" Han Jin asked coldly.
"How should I put it … When our caravan buys military supplies in the Isolated Cliff City, we will spread the news that we will send the supplies directly to the Holy Crown City." The middle-aged Knight said slowly, "In fact, they will send the supplies here, and then we will send them to the Holy Crown City through other channels. Brother, we don't mean to embarrass you, but we will never let this news spread out. If people from the Black Raven City and the Depew City hear about it, we will … "
"If so, why did they hire us?"
"Brother, we have to pretend, otherwise it will arouse suspicion. Besides, it's not safe on the road. If we encounter bandits, we will be in trouble."
"More than that." Han Jin sneered, "When the caravan returns to the Isolated Cliff City, they will find the Mercenary Association and say that the mission failed, and the hired mercenaries were killed. In this way, they can take the deposit as their own. Anyway, the mercenaries are all dead, and no one will argue with them. It's a good idea. Even if those merchants don't want to earn your money, the deposit alone will be enough to attract them to continue their work. "
The middle-aged Knight's face changed greatly, and a killing intent flashed in his eyes. In fact, it was unnecessary. Without these words, he would never let Han Jin go back alive.
Han Jin looked at the sky, which was getting darker and darker, "Well, you … all kneel down."
The middle-aged Knight clenched his teeth and took the lead to kneel down. He didn't dare to disobey, so he could only follow the other party's order to numb the other party. If they pushed too hard, the other party would have the idea of dying together with them, and then they would be miserable.
"If I let you go now, will you come to hurt me again?" Han Jin smiled.
"No … No …" The hostage was so moved that he almost cried. He came here just to earn some military merits, but he didn't expect to encounter such a thing. Hearing that he would be free soon, he almost fainted.
"Keep your promise." Han Jin patted the hostage's head and suddenly pushed it forward.
With a thud, the table knife pierced deeply into the hostage's eye. The middle-aged Knight roared with his eyes wide open, "No …" Then he threw out his long sword.
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