Let the Villain Go

He bent down and looked at the person at his foot. The flesh on his face shook uncontrollably, “In order to catch you, I gave up the lives of so many brothers. Now that you have fallen into my hands, I will make you regret being born.”

“Lift your feet,” a cold voice came.

The man who said this wasn’t as burly and strong as Wang Wei, but had a gentle appearance.

He wore a pair of glasses and followed the two defensive fighters step by step.

They came over from behind the crowd, and everyone quickly and respectfully gave way.

This man was Xin Ziming, the head of the Qilin mercenary regiment, a ninth-order spiritual saint.

The ninth-order was now the highest known order among the human saints. There were very few people who reached this stage. Even Wang Wei didn’t dare to disobey him. He retained his anger and slightly bent his back to speak, “Leader Xin, shouldn’t I be too angry? You see, so many of my brothers died for this ghost thing.”

“To a powerful man like him, you can hurt him, but you can’t insult him,” Xin Ziming said coldly.

Hearing this, Wang Wei mocked him contemptuously in his heart. Xin Ziming was an unprincipled man himself and his opponent was notoriously ruthless. Unexpectedly, he pretended to say such grandiose words. Wang Wei raised the alarm in his heart, and felt that Xin Ziming was trying to snatch Ye Peitian.

Xin Ziming looked at the injured beast lying on the sand.

The man who was seriously injured was half buried in the yellow sand. His eyes were slightly open to the sand in front of him, motionless, expressionless. He seemed to care little about his upcoming destiny. A large amount of blood was pouring out of his body, staining the sand red.

A Qilin member behind him, who held a black collar made of some unknown material asked respectfully, “Vice Leader?”

The members of Qilin had always called Xin Ziming the vice leader of the regiment. Therefore, there had been a rumor in the outside world that there was a main leader who never appeared in front of the world inside Qilin, but no one had ever seen the true face of the leader.

Xin Ziming nodded, “Lock it up around him.”

The man squatted to Ye Peitian’s side and put a black collar around Ye Peitian’s neck. With a series of subtle noises, the dull black collar adjusted the size and locked Ye Peitian’s neck.

“These handcuffs were designed by me. I used a small body of the tenth-order monster that I accidentally killed. When you wear it, once you use your power, or try to destroy it with an external force, several bars will pop up on its inner circle. The sharp spikes can kill you instantly,” Xin Ziming said.

The man lying on the ground showed no resistance. He was almost at their mercy.

Xin Ziming was silent for a moment and crouched down, “You used to be merciful to my men, but I can’t let you go. As long as you no longer resist, I can guarantee that it won’t cause you pain and I will never let others insult you.”

Ye Peitian didn’t respond. He didn’t know if Ye Peitian heard what he said.

Xin Ziming no longer ignored him, stood up and made a gesture, “Bandage him and take him away.”

The two saints of the healing department stepped forward and treated Ye Peitian’s wound briefly. They carried a stretcher, and were about to lift the person.

“Boss Xin, isn’t this different from what we agreed on?” Wang Wei stopped those people.

Xin Ziming, who was about to leave, stopped.

“Boss Xin, aren’t you a little bit unreasonable?” Wang Wei narrowed his eyes, “Before we set off, we agreed that the benefits will be equally divided. Do you mean, do you want to swallow it alone?”

The leaders of other mercenary regiments around him began to nod and echo his words. In front of the huge temptation, even if they had to offend the leader of Qilin, they couldn’t care.

Xin Ziming pushed his glasses and sneered. “I just want to swallow it alone. Do you want another fight with our Qilin here?”

Wang Wei’s face turned ugly. In the war, Xin Ziming, who was a spiritual saint, always took the team to stand far away from the battlefield. Qilin’s saints suffered little damage. On the other hand, the Chuncheng mercenary team that came together with them suffered heavy casualties and consumed huge abilities.

Xin Ziming’s omnipotent mental control ability was really frightening. Even with the strength of gathering people, he wasn’t sure if they couldn win against him.

Wang Wei stared at Ye Peitian on the ground. 

It was impossible to give up Ye Peitian, but it was indeed impossible to fight the Qilin.