After the rescue, having gained a good understanding of her Armed Department’s combat capabilities, Lin Wanwan contentedly led the Xingluo members and those women away, leaving Baye Feng to handle the aftermath.

Baye Feng was very decisive in his actions. He took everyone and the corpses from the backyard, found a hidden spot in the mountains, and then ordered the gamblers and brutes, who had only managed to hastily put on a few thin pieces of clothing, to dig pits.

Everyone was scared to death, but under Baye Feng’s cold gaze, they dared not disobey.

Baye Feng’s action of slitting throats earlier was too decisive, leaving them traumatized and afraid to offer any resistance.

Digging pits is indeed an especially exhausting task, especially when the tools are not handy. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

But this group of gamblers, visibly lacking in vitality, worked with great diligence.

They had no choice but to work hard; a group of fierce-looking people was glaring at them, as if any wrong move would result in them lying in the pit they dug themselves.

Baye Feng only spoke coldly once they had finished digging the pits, "Throw the dead into them."

"Yes, yes..."

Fearing they might be the next to go in if they moved slowly, everyone hurriedly began to move the bodies.

The exotic-looking man before them seemed capable of burying people alive, as his entire demeanor was ruthlessly cold, and one of the bodies had been killed by him via throat-slitting.

With the bodies buried and the pits filled, Baye Feng looked at the men and asked, "What happened today?"

"Hap... happened..."

"Nothing happened today!" A quick-witted person shouted, cutting off the hesitant, stammering words of others.

He sensed a glimmer of hope from Baye Feng’s command and tone.

If they were to be killed, it would have been simplest to bury them alive while they were burying the corpses.

Since the worst hadn’t happened, they still had a chance for survival, depending on if they could seize the opportunity.

No one knew who this pair of people was better than to know.

Everyone was well-aware of their own abilities and had no illusions about revenge.

Baye Feng refrained from burying everyone alive for this very reason.

In truth, for a moment earlier, he had considered burying them all, but having already killed twelve people today and eliminated all the guards outside the courtyard, adding these few would make too many bodies for a supposed time of peace; he feared potential repercussions.

Most importantly, he felt that the boss he served was not a bloodthirsty person.

Upon hearing these sensible words, Baye Feng’s mouth curled slightly as he said, "Where do you think I’m from?"

A few gamblers looked at each other and saw in each other’s eyes fear, embarrassment, and cowardice.

Finally, they said in unison, "We... we saw nothing."

"Good." Baye Feng waved his hand to give an order, "Make way for them to leave."

"Yes."

The row of Armed Department members standing where Baye Feng’s gaze fell immediately stepped aside, forming a one-person-wide path.

Baye Feng said blandly, "Now, walk back."

He gave no threats, but it was scarier than if he had, because his tone was so indifferent.

Everyone hesitated, not daring to move.

Baye Feng let out a displeased "Hmm," which scared them so much they immediately lifted their feet and walked, passing through pairs of cold eyes, feeling like thorns on their back, and soaking their clothes, with some even losing control of their bladders.

Were these people part of an army?

Everyone couldn’t help but question this, as the men were exceedingly disciplined, something they had never seen in a group.

Their unique group aura was so distinct it couldn’t be ignored.

As they passed through the human wall, they dared not look back, continuing to mechanically walk on, feeling no cold despite the thin clothes in the chilly weather, and sweating profusely instead.

Nervous that an arrow might come shooting from behind at any moment, their nerves were stretched taut.

After walking two hundred meters, someone buckled under the oppressive silence, let out an "Ah" and sprinted away, breaking into a gallop.

The others, startled, immediately broke into a run as well, afraid they would lose their lives if they lagged behind.

Quickly, they found themselves back at the mountain villa’s back door, exchanging glances unsure if they should reenter.

While hesitating, suddenly there was a "whizz," and a stone struck the ground at their feet, creating a small pit.

If that had hit a person, it would likely form a bloody hole!

The demons were following right behind them!

Daring not to delay, nor look back, they scrambled through the backdoor.

A hundred meters back, Baye Feng, putting away the Slingshot Lin Wanwan had given him, extended his hand, and immediately someone placed a bow and an arrow with the iron arrowhead switched for a cotton ball soaked in alcohol into it.

This was a ten-stone Divine Arm Bow, with very few people able to draw it, but Baye Feng effortlessly drew it fully, then fired the flame arrow with alcohol-soaked cotton after igniting it.

It hit the shaky wooden door of the rear courtyard’s building precisely.

In the dry weather, with a wood house being so flammable, let alone the addition of an alcohol-soaked flaming arrow.

The people who had just dashed inside saw the building suddenly ignite, panicking like headless flies, darting towards the front courtyard.

They dared not escape through the backdoor, but there was still a chance to rush through the front door.

Despite the substantial commotion, there was no reaction from the gambling den in the tightly sealed main hall of the front courtyard.

This was due to the din of gambling cheers inside, with their eyes and ears filled with money and dice, leaving no room for anything else.

It was only when someone couldn’t hold their bladder and dashed out to relieve themselves that they noticed the inferno in the backyard.

"Ah! Fire!"

This alarm alerted the guard stationed at the main hall’s entrance that something was amiss; rushing out, he too quickly spotted the raging fire.

He immediately commenced beating his two swords like gongs and drums, "Fire! Fire! Fire!"

The disturbance riled up the gamblers inside, with some taking the opportunity to grab chips from the tables, others trampling over each other, and some so consumed by losing they fought to stay at their tables, causing a chaotic melee.

The fire reduced the courtyard’s building to ruins, causing not just the disappearance of prostitutes and the external guards, but also a stampede accident inside the gambling den resulting in several gamblers’ deaths.

Yet all these crimes remained sealed within this small villa, with not a whisper escaping.

The place was illegal to start with, and with its owner now under government pursuit, who would dare divulge its occurrences?

As for the vanished guards, prostitutes, and gamblers, what did it matter? Innocents disappeared daily in this world, let alone such people.

The gamblers who left Baye Feng’s hand went back home stricken with fear, falling ill.