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nTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

n“Well, well, well, Xiaoyu, look at these bandits. Some of them were forced to become an outlaw, while others just wanted to lead a life of reaping without sowing, and looting other people’s fruit of labor. Many people worked hard to farm for a whole year, but what they gained couldn’t be compared with what these bandits looted.”

nThe hall was filled with boxes. Jiang Pengji crossed her legs and bonelessly leaned on the chair in the middle of the hallway.

nShe pointed her fair-skinned fingers at the opened boxes and banteringly glanced at the bandits whose hands were tied behind their backs.

nXu Ke looked at the things in the boxes. The blue veins on his forehead throbbed for a while. He felt a little uneasy.

nXu Ke was not that worried about the bandits; he just worried that his langjun would be so into suppressing the bandits and then get dizzy with success.

nAlthough… he enjoyed doing it as well!

nMeng Hun sat on the chair that belonged to the second boss of the bandits’ village. Xu Ke was much politer compared to him.

nMeng Hun asked rudely, “Langjun, what do you want to do with these people? Like this, or that?”

nMeng Hun made two gestures of obvious meaning, and all the bandits trembled. Their legs quivered and tears dropped from their eyes.

n“My lords, please spare my life. I was forced to join the bandits and I have never done the least bit of harm in my life before…”

n“…Bodhisattvas… I have mouths to feed and diapers to change. I have to raise the whole family all by myself. How can my sixty-year-old mother and three-year-old suckling live without me? I’m begging you…”

n“I was forced to become one of them by the black-hearted man as well. Please forgive me, my lord…”

nFor the purpose of living, these bandits pretended to be miserable one by one. Some of them kowtowed to beg for mercy, while others wanted to sell the den’s secrets to earn their life. In order to get them moved, some told their miseries with tears dropping down their faces, which made the listeners feel so sad.

nHowever, Xu Ke looked at the people indifferently, while Meng Hun remained unconcerned no matter what the people were talking about or how they performed in front of them.

nAs the real decision maker, Jiang Pengji looked at every one of them with a doubtful smile as if she was watching a monkey show.

n“No need to deal with those people in a hurry now…” Jiang Pengji crossed her fingers, made herself looked like she was thinking, and turned to ask Xu Ke, “Everything found in this den is here? How much food is there altogether? And how much money and silk?”

nXu Ke lowered his head and looked at the bamboo slip. “There are about 300 dan of grain, then gold and silk worthy of 700 liang in total.”

nIt was just a probable account––they did it in a rush after all. Further counting still needed to be done when they got back.

nJiang Pengji replied with a smile, “300 dan of grain and 700 liang of silver… It equals to a Langjun’s allowance over several years…”

nXu Ke rolled his eyes furtively. Jiang Pengji’s monthly allowance in the Liu Mansion was not really much, for it was only several liang of silver. But considering all the things she used in daily life––snacks, brushes, inks, papers, ink stones, clothes, and silks, especially for the bamboo paper that was sold at a high price in the market––could she still be regarded as a poor people?

n“Let’s pack things up and bring all of those back.” Jiang Pengji smiled gently and waved her hand, sending an aura of a boss than the real bosses of the bandits. “My fellows, you worked very hard today, and every one of you will be distributed with one liang of silver and one jin of pork. Our training is pretty tough and you deserve a good meal.”

nWhere did the rewards come from? It came from the supplies confiscated from the bandits.

nWhat was the total number of the soldiers in the troop?

nJust some little treats and rewards wouldn’t cost too much. Instead, it would gain the trust of the soldiers and inspire their fighting spirit. Wasn’t that a good deal?

n“Besides, all the lance corporals will have one more share of rewards.” Of course, the treatment should be different between normal soldiers and corporals to let them realize that only by training hard and getting a promotion could they get better treatment. “Write all these things down.”

nXu Ke nodded while taking notes.

nOf course, Jiang Pengji wouldn’t forget Xu Ke and Meng Hun. Each of them was awarded with ten liang of silver. In addition, Meng Hui was awarded with extra several pots of liquor and five jin of pork while Xu Ke was rewarded with extra several rolls of fine cloth and herbs of equal value.

nIt was based on Meng Hun being single and not having any mouths to feed, while Xu Ke still took care of his aunt.

nIn front of the bandits, Jiang Pengji looked so natural while she shared the booties that were looted and burgled by them as if she was not sharing other people’s money but hers… Hmm, all of their possessions actually belonged to her now.

nShe waved her hand. Xu Ke immediately understood what she meant and commanded some people to move the boxes to the open ground. Next came the time for dealing with the bandits.

n“You… you bandits! Just kill me if you want!” The captured boss of the bandits had a gloomy look on his face.

nAll of the audience in the streaming room: “!!!”

nThe audience had been watching the stream happily, but then they were shocked by what the boss of the bandits had said while Jiang Pengji had been sharing the booties.

nLanlian Junzi: “Cool! That’s really awesome!”

nLaosiji Lianmeng: “LOL, streamer, did you hear that? What does that mean when a real bandit chieftain called you a bandit?”

nBreeze-like Words: “(Indifferent face) That means the streamer is a real boss in a bandit circle.”

nThe bandits had looted ordinary people and robbed the businessmen assiduously, and the streamer just took away all the possession of them in one time.

nWasn’t she the bandit of the bandits?

n“Kill you if I want to?” Jiang Pengji rubbed her hands and laughed. “You have guts, then you go to hell.”

nAll the people were silent. They thought Jiang Pengji was supposed to admire the guy’s bravery, but they had never expected that she would have say things like that.

n“In fact, you will be killed even if you didn’t say that.”

nJiang Pengji broke his neck with a sneer. The blood dropped down from the bandit’s mouth and wet Jiang’s hand.

nNongqin hurriedly handed a handkerchief to Jiang Pengji. She took it over with her left hand and dropped the dead body to one side with the right hand. She cleaned the blood on her hands without a frown. “Now, who’s going to say ‘just kill me?’ Huh? Who dares to say that to me?”

nHer suffocating aura brought every bandit an illusion that he was the next to be killed.

n“It’s admirable for a capable man to be tough. But that scum wanted to challenge me. Who will be killed if he’s not?”

nJiang Pengji twitched her mouth. The blood on her hands had been wiped off. She kept the handkerchief instead of throwing it away.

nShe took a glance at the crowd, but no one dared to look at her directly.

nEveryone cherished his own life––even the bandits who risked their lives every day.

nMeng Hun followed Jiang Pengji while he held a knife. If Jiang Pengji frowned at anyone, they would cut off his head.

nWithout any signs and precautions, Jiang Pengji had scared the bandits half-dead. Many of them even got incontinent; they felt a sudden wet and warmness in their pants.

nThe scene was so silent. There was only the occasional sound of blood splashing and heads falling down to the ground.

nThe audience in the streaming room was so scared that they forgot to send any bullet comments…

nNot to mention the bandits on the spot, the audience who was only watching the scene started to tremble and sweat.

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