<h4>Chapter 555 Local Tyrants</h4>


    ’Vrrrrrmmmmmmm!’


    The cars speeded up quickly to the unfortunate vige or town ahead.


    Everyone looked at the cloud of smoke that seemed to be growing bigger the closer they got and couldn’t help but feel a little bit anxious.


    Hopefully, they weren’t toote!


    .


    Meanwhile, in the tiny vige.... several men on horseback were towering over a group of injured vigers.


    The men were the ones who got injured, while the females shivered and hugged each other fearfully at the side.


    The women couldn’t escape even if they wanted to, because some of the riders had surrounded them with bows and arrows as well.


    "Bahahahhahhhaha!


    Vige chief!


    Do you think that surrendering yourself to us will change anything?


    Tsk!


    If you all want to me anyone, then you can only me yourselves.


    If you all had provided the full amount of grain requested and coins that we requested... then we wouldn’t be here, now would we." said arge chubby man, who had a ck eye-patch on his right eye.


    ’Whip!’


    ’Whip!’


    ’Whip!’


    As he spoke, his men continuously whipped the poor injured vige men that were already lying on the ground pitifully.


    Listening to the chubby man, the vige chief was immediately filled with sorrow and hate.


    His grief surged with every expelled breath, as he looked at the wailing women and the injured men all around him.


    His heart felt empty, as a sense of nothingness quickly engulfed himpletely.


    Just how did it be like this?


    Was it truly their faith to die in the hands of these evildoers?


    And all of this was because they couldn’t provide enough grain and coins for these viins.


    Of course, these scumbags wanted to drain them dry all year round.... and for the safety of his people, he had no choice but toply with their every demand.


    His vige had given almost all the food that they had to these wild bandits, but yet it wasn’t enough to guarantee their lives this time around.


    The bandits before him were known as the Wolfhound Bandits.


    They were the big bosses within this territory, as they collected ’protection fees’, grain and women from the neighbouring viges and minor towns around the ce.


    At the end of every season, they would collect their protection fees from the vigers unfailingly.


    And if the quota hadn’t been met, then they would severely punish or eradicate the vigers all together.


    In a way, they did this so as to warn the other viges of the consequences of notpleting their requests.


    .


    The vige chief lifted his body face upwards and gritted his teeth in pain while looking at the towering giants before him.


    "Please.... give us more time.


    I promise that we will be able to give you all that you requested in 2 weeks’ time."


    ’Pah!’


    One of the towering men quickly pped him silly, which sent him back to the ground in an instant.


    "Vige chief!"


    Everyone else cried out in grief, as they watched their 56-year-old vige chief get smacked hard in the face.


    The vige chief in question gripped the ground below him as hard as he could, before finally kneeling before the chubby towering man again.


    "Please!... just give us more time!" He said while kowtowing to the man with all his strength.


    And once again, he was harshly kicked several times in the head by the same man that had previously pped him.


    ’Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!’


    "You ugly good-for-nothing!!


    How dare you open your filthy mouth and talk back to our leader?


    Who gave you the guts to make any requests, huh?!!"


    ’Smack!’


    ’Pah!’


    ’Bang!’


    The man continued to aggressively attack the vige Chief until his entire body was covered in reddish-purple bruises.


    And soon, the vige chief quickly spat out a mouth full of blood.


    ’Sk!’


    "Aigoo..... go easy in the old man little 7.


    We don’t want to kill him yet, alright?


    After all... they say that it’s good to be filial to the elderly, don’t they."


    "Hmm... you’re right elder bro.


    I’ll go easy on him by only boxing and punching him hard.


    So worry not, I promise that I won’t kick him or use my sword on him again."


    "Hahahhahaha.... that’s the spirit little bro!"


    "Hahhhhahhahahah!"


    Smack!’


    ’Pah!’


    ’Bang!’


    "Hahahhahahahha"


    While the banditsughed merrily, the rest of the viges grew pale from fright instead.


    Their lips quivered and their bodies shivered vigorously, as they soon realized that their legs had turned wobbly in a sh.


    F***!


    The entire scene was just too gruesome to watch!


    The vige chief tried to keep his heavy eyes open, but soon... he could feel himself slowly losing consciousness.


    And as he was about to faint, he couldn’t help but curse himself a little for not being strong enough.


    ’Dammit!


    If only he had enough strength’.


    .


    "GrandPapa!"


    Just as he was about to lose consciousness, he heard his granddaughter’s voice calling him.


    No!


    Why would she reveal herself as his rtive?


    Now wouldn’t they just target her even more?


    At this moment, the pain in his heart was much more than that from his injuries.


    She was the only family he had, as he would rather die than let her be harmed.


    He tried his best to open his eyes with all his might and regain his consciousness once more.


    But of course, his body was too weak to listen to him.


    A stream of tears flowed down his cheeks when he thought about his sweet granddaughter.


    ’Ancestors... if you really exist, then please save my granddaughter!’ He silently prayed, before finally fainting from his injuries.


    The young girl who looked not more than 13 years old, quickly rushed out from the group of women like a slippery weasel and hastily made her way to her grandfather in a sh.


    And even though these bandits could’ve stopped her, they allowed her to reach the vige Chief’s side... so that they could be certain of the rtionship between the 2.


    "GrandPapa... GrandPapa.... please wake up." The girl said pitifully while nestling her grandfather’s bloody face on herps.


    Seeing her interaction with the vige chief, the chubby leader smiled dastardly.


    Of course seeing the smile on their leader’s face, the bandits immediately knew what it meant.


    This girl was now the property of their leader.


    .


    "Hahahhahaha... boys, this time... we’ve truly picked up a treasure.


    Now kill the men, and take the vige Chief and the women hostage immediately!"


    "Yes, leader!" Said the bandits who also smiled cruelly at the vigers who were now wailing and begging for mercy for their loved ones.


    "Please... don’t kill my son!"


    "Please spare my husband!"


    "Please spare my family!"


    The women begged with all their might before the chubby leader quickly silenced them all.


    "Enough!


    I hate noise more than anything else!


    They will die, and that is that!


    Men, finish the job now!"


    "Yes, leader!" The bandits responded again while closing in on their targets.


    But before they could even make a move, they heard several strange noisesing towards them at an rming pace.


    And because of the suddenmotion.... their horses all shook crazily, making the archers miss their mark.


    Eh?


    What the hell was going on?


    ’Vrrrrmmmmmm!!!!’


    ’Shrrriiiiieeekkkk!’


    ’Bam!!!’


    "Freeze!


    Put your hands up in the air, if you don’t want to die!"


    "_"