Chapter Forty-Five: The Boy's Revenge

  "Langte and Siwang stay, everyone else get out."

  Upon hearing this, the other children in the area scattered and ran away like they had just been pardoned. Among them were people of the same age as Laga, and some who looked even stronger than him, but after Laga smashed a stone block with one punch and cut down a large tree with one sword strike, their behavior was no different from that of frightened little children.

  Saiwang was thoroughly frightened, he didn't expect the person the boy brought back to be a fighter. He stood there in a daze, his pant legs slightly trembling, and a large patch of wetness spreading from his crotch.

  Langte lowered his head and tried to blend into the crowd and slip away, but the boy stood in front of him with his hands on his hips.

  "My elder brother asked you to stay with Siwang, are you deaf?"

  The boy said coldly, his tone almost identical to Lega's. He learned quickly, and his eyes even had a few similarities with Lega's, but were still immature. He might have killed crabs, killed fish, but Lega had killed people, and knew how to crush human hearts.

  Lant was very strong, with arms as thick as a bucket, and his head was also much higher than the boy's, but at this time he was hunched over like a lobster that had been shelled. His soft and fat lips trembled, and his pig-like eyes darted nervously towards Lega.

  He is at least two years older than Lei Ga, but he hangs out with kids every day and has never really grown up.

  Lei placed one hand on the hilt of his sword, his fingers opening and closing in rhythm, while his black pupils scanned the necks of the two men in sync with his hand movements, as if he was about to draw out a black giant sword at any moment and behead Lant and Siwang.

  Ji Wang couldn't withstand the oppressive feeling and burst into tears, his trembling legs unable to support his body as he collapsed into the soft mud.

  "Scold me all you want, but in the end you're just a crybaby who wets your pants. How will you have the face to go out in public from now on?"

  The boy gloated and took a sip of his tea.

  Xiewang didn't dare hide, he just cried even more heart-wrenchingly.

  The crying made Lant even more uneasy, he didn't dare breathe loudly, and hunched his shoulders like a plump little bird.

  This was exactly the effect Rega had hoped for. After all, he didn't intend to take action against the children, but the more he did so, the more he wanted to show a willingness to take matters into his own hands, intimidating Lant and Swan from within, making them dare not act rashly. Punching through the stone was to demonstrate his strength, but merely demonstrating strength was not enough; what made people fearful was not just the degree of strength, but also the degree of ruthlessness, so he cut down the willow tree where the children had gathered, as if cutting a knife into each child's heart.

  "Let's get started."

  Lant heard Leika speak and couldn't help but shudder, but when he saw that the one approaching him was not Leika but a boy, his tense face relaxed slightly.

  The boy clenched his fist and punched it into Lante's protruding belly. "Let you bully me every day!"

  Langte's belly was big and hard, the boy's small fists couldn't hurt him at all. If it were in normal times, he would have slapped the boy to the ground with one palm, but now he didn't dare, only his face turned iron-blue, letting the boy's fist rain down on his body. For him, as long as the person holding the sword didn't make a move, even if the boy beat him until nightfall, it wouldn't matter, and there would be opportunities to pay back double in the future.

  At this thought, some of the complacency returned to his pig-like face.

  The boy kicked and punched, his body seemingly having an endless supply of energy. Every day he was bullied by Lant and Swan, the furious anger in his heart was fully released at this moment. His fists were tired from punching, so he switched to using his feet, his feet were tired from kicking, then he used his head to butt, his fingernails to scratch, and his teeth to bite - although his strength was small, but the shocking momentum made Rega standing aside can't help but frown slightly.

  Langte was bitten by the boy on his thigh, and he immediately let out a loud cry of pain, subconsciously stretching out his hand to push the boy's shoulder. By the time he came to his senses, the boy's body had already been thrown out, falling into the mud.

  Lante let out a cold "hiss", his eyes secretly glancing at Rega. "I-I'm sorry..."

  Lei Ga immediately pulled out the giant sword from the wooden stake, his elegant face expressionless.

  Liang Tuo's legs went soft and he fell to the ground with a thud, "Please, don't hurt me, I swear I'll never bully anyone again..."

  His voice was as thin as a mosquito, and it was completely disproportionate to his weight. Rega ignored his pleading voice and turned to the boy sitting in the mud, saying: "Do you plan to spend your whole life sitting there being pushed around by others?"

  The boy came to his senses, letting out a beast-like roar from his throat, and with a body full of mud and water, he pounced on Lant, knocking him to the ground, riding on top of him, grabbing the rotten mud on the ground and slamming it onto Lant's face. The intense hatred made his young face full of murderous ferocity.

  Langte was thoroughly frightened by the boy's actions, he had never thought that a seven or eight year old child would have such strong murderous intent, he howled and began to beg for mercy from the boy: "Don't hit me anymore, I swear, I swear I won't bully you again! I really swear!"

  The boy still didn't let go, his fists fueled by anger pounded wildly at Lant's broad face until his hands were covered in blood and he couldn't lift his wrists anymore. He was panting heavily, only to find that Lant's eyes were filled with fear as he looked at him.

  "Don't mess with me again, got it?"

  The boy slapped Langte's swollen cheek with a bloody hand.

  "I swear, I'll avoid you from now on..." Lante said with a tremble.

  The boy lifted his head and looked at Lei Ga, unsure of what to do next.

  Lei Ga slowly walked to Langte's side, raised the black giant sword high, and Langte's expression twisted as he closed his eyes, screaming like a woman about to give birth.

  Leiga's giant sword fell heavily into the muddy water beside Lante's ear, and the muddy water splashed high, covering Lante's entire face.

  "Fatty, answer me, can your oath be trusted?"

  "Believable! Believable!" Lante screamed back.

  "Or will you tell this matter to your family elders?"

  "No! No!" Lante still didn't dare open his eyes.

  "Excellent."

  Lei Ga drew out his giant sword and said coldly: "In the future, I will know whether you lied to me or not. For now, hurry up and get lost."

  Langte let out a surprised cry, and without regard for the collapsed Siwang beside him, he rolled and crawled towards the village. His silhouette was clumsy like a bear, but his movements were quick like a rabbit, and in the blink of an eye, he had completely disappeared.

  Lei Ga walked up in front of Si Wang again, silently looking down at him.

  "I... I can also swear..."

  Saiwang said with a quivering voice. His pants were completely soaked, and it was unclear what was mud and water, and what was urine stain.

  The boy had no extra energy, and the scolding just now was also satisfying, so it can be said that the purpose of revenge has been achieved, so Leiga does not intend to punish Siwang additionally. He was about to speak when a village woman hurried over in a hurry.

  "She is Siwang's mother."

  The boy whispered to Leika: "Someone must have talked too much."

  Cui Wang's mother was over forty, but she had a plump figure and still looked elegant. Her low neckline revealed half of her ***, and as she walked, her hips swayed back and forth, causing her *** to jiggle up and down. Before she even arrived in front of us, the scent of orchids preceded her.

  Recalling the dirty words he had just said, Leiga's heart felt a little hairy. Taking advantage of Siwang's mother not having walked over yet, he turned his head and coldly said to Siwang: "Alright, you can scram too."

  Xiu Wang finally stood up with a sigh of relief, his legs weak as he walked towards the village, ignoring his mother who was coming towards him.

  "Son, what's wrong with you? How did you end up like this?" Siwang's mother reached out to support him.

  "Don't touch me!"

  Siwang dodged his mother's touch as if avoiding a plague, quickly escaping. The village was filled with malicious snickers.

  Siwang's mother was at a loss, and could only follow behind Siwang, muttering softly: "Normally you're not like this..."

  The boy saw things come to an end, first took a deep breath of relief, then gritted his teeth and let out a painful cry.

  "Oh no, I've broken my hand!"

  His finger joints were bloody and swollen, and even a slight movement of his fingers caused severe pain.

  Lei Ga glanced at him and calmly wiped the mud off the black giant sword, then sheathed it. "Do you think beating someone up is a trivial matter?"

  The boy sighed dejectedly, "It seems I'm not cut out for this kind of thing. My mom said she'll send me to the city to be an apprentice tailor when I grow up a bit more, I wasn't willing before, but now I really need to think about it seriously."

  Lei Ga nodded lightly, "With your intelligence, becoming an excellent craftsman is no problem at all. Moreover, the status of a craftsman is not inferior to that of a warrior."

  The boy's eyes sparkled with surprise: "Really? Will I become famous if I learn tailoring?"

  "Of course it's true."

  Lei stretched out his hand and touched his head, "Maybe someday I'll wear clothes made by you."

  The boy grinned, "Big brother, you're going to be a legendary figure, so I must become a legendary tailor. Only then can the clothes I make match up to you!"

  "I'm really looking forward to that day."

  Lei Ga smiled faintly and said, "However, now you should still take me to find the village chief."

  "Never mind... forget it."

  The boy suddenly became a bit awkward, "Actually, Village Chief she..."

  "How can this be considered as nothing?"

  Lei Ga frowned and said: "It's understandable for children to fight with each other, but it's too much for a grown-up, especially the village chief, to bully you."

  "...but if you offend the village chief, the whole Dusty Village will treat you as an enemy." The boy said in a low voice.

  "I have never worried about how many enemies I have."

  Lei said calmly: "Besides, I just talked to him and told him not to bully you in the future. He won't fight with me, will he?"

  The boy nodded reluctantly, "Alright then, follow me."

  Lei Ga followed the boy into the village. After turning around several small blue ponds, he stopped beside an ordinary wooden house. The low wall of the courtyard was surrounded by a wooden fence, and there were many geese in the yard that made a loud noise when they saw the boy, as if they had seen a weasel, and retreated in horror. The gate was locked, but the sound of splashing water came from inside the house.

  "This is the village chief's house."

  The boy hung his head and said in a soft, unnatural voice: "I... I won't go in..."