Chapter 64: Desperate Situation

  Xian Ni Er and others urged the war horse, soon disappeared in the dusk. The middle-aged knight waited patiently for a moment, slowly saying: "Now can we let go of our adults?"

  "Dismount." Han Jin smiled slightly.

  The middle-aged knight took a deep breath and made a gesture, whereupon all the knights jumped off their horses.

  "Now, kill your war horses." Han Jin added.

  "You..." The middle-aged knight's eyes shot out a cold and sharp glare.

  Han Jin's dinner knife quickly turned around and returned to the hostage's eyes. This was no longer the original dinner knife that Xian Ni'er had taken out, but one that Han Jin had sharpened to an extreme sharpness. The fine tip of the knife was only a few millimeters away from the hostage's eyeball, and if he blinked, his eyelashes would touch the blade. This feeling of being on the verge of being stabbed made his heart skip a beat. The hostage knew where the severe pain came from and what had fallen down, but he didn't dare to look or shout, nor did he dare move, and could only endure the pain, sitting there like a statue.

  Han Jin's hand was extremely firm, as if frozen in mid-air: "I'm a person who likes to get straight to the point, I never repeat what I've already said."

  The middle-aged knight grunted, his long sword thrust upwards, stabbing into the war horse's neck. The horse let out a mad whinny and jumped up, its body spinning half a circle before collapsing to the ground, fresh blood gushing out with foam.

  Hundreds of murderous gazes converged on Han Jin, but this had no effect on him. Next, one after another, war horses were stabbed down by their own masters, and the shrill cries of despair echoed through the sky.

  "Now, it's about time, isn't it?" said the middle-aged knight in a word-by-word tone.

  "Wait." Han Jin suddenly became economical with his words.

  The middle-aged knight looked at Jin earnestly, the more he looked, the more frightened he became. Jin's smile was warm and kind, but the hatred in his eyes flashed like a raging wave crashing against the shore, making people breathless.

  Logically, Han Jin's cultivation shouldn't make the knights feel oppressed. It depends on his origin. In the endless turmoil of time and space, he has managed to preserve his original spirit, and his mental strength has withstood unimaginable tempering that ordinary people can't even think of. On the surface, he looks very calm, but in his heart, he is enduring an extremely intense conflict.

  There's something called an impression, for example, the first time you use a mobile phone, the first time you drink a certain wine, the first time you eat a particular dish. If it leaves a very bad impression, maybe for the rest of your life you won't try that thing again.

  Han Jin's impression of this world had deteriorated to the extreme, chaotic and without rules. The destruction of Lado Town, the unscrupulous merchant George in Eleventh Town, the soldiers he met on the road, the mercenary guild in Lonely Cliff City, and now... all these encounters had made him unbearable. Since he was sensible, he had never wanted to thoroughly destroy something like he did now.

  Perhaps, for someone who is used to turning the other cheek, all of this doesn't amount to much, but Han Jin can't do that. His experiences have determined that his patience has a limit. In that world, there are also various forms of deception and oppression, but after all, it's in an era of civilization, deception and oppression are for the sake of profit, if there is no profit as a prerequisite, generally people won't easily harm others.

  Here everything was in a state of utter chaos, with naked plundering, bullying and even slaughter everywhere, so Han Jin felt an intense hatred.

  But the middle-aged knight did not know what kind of change Han Jin had undergone, nor did he know that he had forced Han Jin onto a certain path. He was still working hard to rescue the hostages.

  "Brother, now put down your weapon, I guarantee I won't hurt you! I swear!"

  "How much longer do you want us to wait?"

  "This is your last chance, I hope you cherish it!"

  "Brother, do you know what kind of person Mario-sama is? He's a noble aristocrat, he's..."

  No matter how much the middle-aged man talked, Han Jin remained unmoving, his hand and knife extremely steady. The only thing that couldn't hold on was the hostage, who had beads of sweat the size of soybeans constantly flowing down his forehead. What's even stranger was that his body was slightly trembling, but his head remained still, clearly exerting great self-control. The difficulty level of this pose should be close to a perfect score.

  Just as the middle-aged knight stopped trying to persuade Han Jin, Han Jin suddenly spoke up: "Tell me, why are you attacking us? And have those archers put away their bows and arrows, I'm a nervous person, when I get nervous I make mistakes, don't force me."

  The middle-aged knight waved his hand, signaling the archers to put away their bows and arrows. After a moment of contemplation, he smiled bitterly and said, "This is not the first merchant caravan."

  "What does it mean?" Han Jin asked coldly.

  "How to say... our merchant group, when purchasing military supplies in Lonely Cliff City, would spread the word that they were going to send the military supplies directly to Holy Crown City." The middle-aged knight said slowly: "In fact, they sent the military supplies here, and then we would transfer them to Holy Crown City through other channels. Brother, it's not that we're intentionally making things difficult for you, we absolutely cannot let this news get out, if Black Crow City and Deep City people find out, then we...

  "If so, then why hire us?"

  "Brother, we have to put on a show, otherwise others will be suspicious. Besides, this road is not very safe, and if we encounter bandits, it will be troublesome."

  "Don't stop." Han Jin sneered: "After the caravan returns to Gou Ya Castle, they will find the Mercenary Guild and say that the task failed, and the mercenaries they hired were killed. This way, they can keep the deposit for themselves. Anyway, the mercenaries are really all dead, no one will come to argue with them. What a good method, even if those merchants don't make money from you, just relying on the income from the deposit is enough to attract them to continue doing it."

  The middle-aged knight's face changed greatly, and a killing intent flashed in his eyes. In fact, this was unnecessary. Without the words just now, he would not have let Han Jin go back alive either.

  Han Jin looked up at the sky, which was getting darker and darker: "Alright, all of you... kneel down."

  The middle-aged knight gritted his teeth, led the way and knelt down to the ground. He didn't dare disobey now and could only follow the other's words to numb them. If they were pressed too hard, it would make them think of going down together, then they would be in trouble.

  "If I let you go now, will you come back and harm me again?" Han Jin smiled.

  "Not...not..." The hostage was so moved that he almost cried, he came here to get some military merit, who knew he would encounter such a thing, when he heard that he would be free soon, he even fainted.

  "Keep your word." Han Jin patted the hostage's head and suddenly pushed forward.

  With a thud, the dinner knife plunged deep into the hostage's eye socket. The middle-aged knight roared with rage, his eyes bulging: "No..." Then he turned around and threw his long sword away.