Chapter 47: Crybaby
Zhang Can’er was surprised for a moment. She hadn’t expected those few to have been promoted after just one night.
She was both happy and gratified. Her eyes couldn’t help but turn red as she replied with a smile, “Okay, as long as they’re doing well.”
Shen Fanmeng hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she still spoke, “Regarding what just happened, please don’t tell them, Miss Zhang. I… I’m afraid they’ll make a fuss about leaving the military camp. Don’t worry, I will handle this matter seriously and give you a satisfactory answer.”
Just as Zhang Can’er was about to speak, she heard Wan Feng say coldly, “You’d better give me a satisfactory answer.”
Shen Fanmeng looked at her and understood the meaning in her eyes.
“Tomorrow, I will personally bring you the heads.” She didn’t say “you all,” but “you.”
Zhang Can’er looked at Wan Feng in stunned surprise. The coldness in her eyes was something she had never seen or felt before.
Wan Feng glanced at Zhang Can’er and said to her, “What I’m about to do is a bit bloody. Close your eyes and cover your ears. After it’s over, I’ll come and call you, okay?”
“What are you going to do?” Zhang Can’er held her hand tightly, her heart panicking.
She knew that Wan Feng was different from her. Seeing the calm, water-like eyes when she looked at the dead, she knew that Wan Feng’s identity was most likely related to these things. Killing, it seemed, was like eating and drinking to her.
“Don’t worry. Since City Lord Shen has given me this right, why shouldn’t I use it? Be good, close your eyes and cover your ears.”
Looking at Wan Feng’s gentle eyes, Zhang Can’er still obediently did as she was told. She could see the determination and anger on Wan Feng’s face.
Wan Feng helped Zhang Can’er sit down not far away, and she walked up to the five men. She looked at Zhang Tu and asked, “Do you have a knife?”
Zhang Tu glanced at Shen Fanmeng behind her. Seeing Shen Fanmeng nod slightly, she quickly walked into the house, took out a military knife, and handed it to Wan Feng.
Wan Feng looked down at it and laughed. “This knife is most suitable for beheading.”
Hearing her words, the five men all fell to their knees and begged for mercy. Two of them were so scared that they wet their pants.
It was a good thing they were outdoors, so the smell of urine was not strong.
“Please let me go. I won’t do it again. I was forced too. I have a one-year-old daughter and a seriously ill wife to support at home. Please let me go, I’m begging you,” the man kneeling in the middle cried and said. He pressed his head to the ground and kept kowtowing.
“Let me go, let me go. I still have an old person at home. How can she live without me?”
“Please, let me go. I’ll do anything you want, anything. Please, don’t kill me…”
The pleas for mercy rose and fell. Some played the emotional card, while others pledged their loyalty.
But Wan Feng’s eyes were still cold. The knife in her hand, under the glare of the scorching sun, emitted a chilling aura.
With a swift motion of her hand, the military knife was stained with hot, fresh blood. The scarlet blood dripped down the blade to the ground, turning the ground blood-red. Through the red liquid, five headless men could be seen kneeling in a pool of blood.
And their heads were not far away, all with their eyes wide open, staring in terror, as if they were not yet dead.
Shen Fanmeng frowned and looked at Wan Feng. She always felt that this person was very familiar, but she just couldn’t remember, especially this ruthless appearance.
She stared at Wan Feng’s back for a while, constantly trying to recall where she had seen her. She was so lost in thought that she didn’t even notice when the person had left.
It was only after Zhang Tu called her a few times that she came back to her senses.
“City Lord? I’ll take care of these people. I’m really sorry that something like this happened at home. I’ll come and find you tomorrow to discuss the matter of Number One.”
Shen Fanmeng nodded, then turned her head and said coldly to Zhang Tu, “I can’t protect your son. He provoked someone he shouldn’t have. You should have heard about the matter in the military camp. The sister of those four gods of slaughter is Zhang Can’er. Do you think they will let this matter rest after they find out?”
Zhang Tu was stunned on the spot, unable to speak for a long time. But after all, he was her own son. Just as she was about to open her mouth to beg for mercy, Shen Fanmeng waved her hand. “You should be content. It’s good enough that this matter hasn’t affected your daughter.”
Hearing this, Zhang Tu, who was about to beg for mercy, finally closed her mouth. She knew how hard Zhang Wan had worked. She had been promoted to soldier captain in half a year. If she were to be demoted because of this matter, she wouldn’t know how to comfort her.
“Alright, don’t look so sad. After you clean this up, go and apologize to Zhang Can’er and Wan Feng. We’ll talk about the matter of District One later.”
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When Zhang Can’er and Wan Feng returned home, neither of them had said a word.
Wan Feng didn’t know what to say, and Zhang Can’er’s mind was in a mess. She didn’t know if what Wan Feng had done was right or wrong. In her twenty-something years of life, the education she had received was ordinary and mundane.
And the word “killing” was something she had only seen in novels and movies. Because she didn’t face it directly and knew that these things were fake, she didn’t have a deep impression.
But today, she had seen it for real. Yes, she hadn’t listened to Wan Feng. After Wan Feng had left, she had opened her eyes and lowered her hands.
She had taken everything in. The ruthless and sneering image of Wan Feng was still replaying clearly in her mind. Then she suddenly thought of Xiao Hao, so Zhang Can’er didn’t know what kind of mood she was in now.
Scared? Not really. Because it was Wan Feng, she wasn’t very scared.
Sad? That was definitely there. Xiao Hao’s death was like a thorn in her heart. If she didn’t touch it or think about it, it would be fine. But as long as she thought about it, her mood would definitely not be good. But it was only because of Xiao Hao. She wouldn’t be sad about the deaths of those people. She wasn’t some saint who would feel pity for those who wanted to harm her.
Happy? Not really either. She couldn’t bring herself to smile when her own kind died in front of her.
She couldn’t figure out what kind of emotion it was. She shook her head, planning not to think about it anymore.
Wan Feng had set up a simple bonfire outside, with a large pot on top, boiling water.
They hadn’t had a proper bath on their way to Starshine City. Sometimes, when they saw a river, they would wash up.
Yesterday, the two of them had only taken a simple cold shower. Today, they had to take a hot bath no matter what.
Zhang Can’er walked outside and saw Wan Feng sitting by the bonfire, dazed, not knowing what she was thinking.
“Are you hungry? I’ll go ask Uncle Zhou where we can cook,” Zhang Can’er said and was about to leave.
But her hand was caught by Wan Feng. She looked at Zhang Can’er with a cautious look in her eyes. “Did… did I scare you just now? Please don’t be scared, okay? Don’t leave me.”
As she spoke, her eyes began to turn red. Zhang Can’er quickly moved closer. “I’m… not scared. It’s just that there are too many mixed emotions in my heart. I don’t know why. I suddenly thought of Xiao Hao, so my mood dropped a little. Don’t cry. You were so ruthless when you were beheading people. How did you become such a crybaby with me?”
