Chapter 65

In the distance, the sound of a horn echoed, and the scent of food wafted faintly through the air—it was almost time for the meal. In the New Bandit Valley, the cooking took place in the western valley, and before each meal, there would be a fifteen-minute break. This was a customary rest period, and there was no need for the squad leaders to announce it.

Hearing the horn, the bandits stopped their training, panting heavily. Each of them looked as if they had just emerged from water, and they trudged wearily toward the green stone resting area, as if a great burden had been lifted. The squad leaders, who were not concerned with the exhausted state of the new bandits, jumped down from the rocks. Wild Bear and Bone Knife walked forward, and the six or seven squad leaders from the valley gathered around a rock, whispering to each other.

Among Zhou Lu's group, the sixty or so new bandits who were strong and robust found a place to sit on a green stone, while the rest sat on the ground haphazardly. In Blackbeard Mountain, the law of the jungle prevailed, and even among the new bandits, a clear hierarchy was evident.

Zhou Lu stood among the sixty-odd new bandits, feeling the stench of sweat all around him. He turned to look and saw that there was not a single stone left for him to sit on. To sit down, he would have to sit on the dusty ground. Zhou Lu frowned deeply.

Beside him, the strong bandits who were sitting on the rocks looked at him with ill intent, laughing and chatting without restraint.

"Hey, Old Seven, what do you think the squad leaders are talking about?"

"What else? They're probably discussing how to kill us off."

"Damn, I know they have a quota to meet. My plan is to outlast the others. If I can survive, I'll be fine, hahaha."

The strong bandits on the rocks laughed together, while the weaker bandits sitting on the ground felt a deep sense of despair. In fact, everyone had the same thought: they hoped that more of the others would die during training so that once the squad leaders' quota was met, the survivors would be safe. However, only the strong bandits had the right to voice such thoughts.

Amidst the chaotic noise, Zhou Lu was not concerned with others' thoughts. He was deeply pondering how to approach the Second Chief. As the noise continued, he was about to sit down when he heard a very rude voice shouting at him:

"Hey, fatty, come here."

Is he talking to me?

Zhou Lu slowly turned his head and saw a burly man with a black beard and chest hair sitting on a rock next to him. The man had one leg propped up on another rock, pointing at him arrogantly and then at his hairy legs:

"Fatty, come here and massage my legs."

The burly man casually kicked off his boots, and his large, black, and rough feet immediately emitted a foul smell.

The surrounding bandits all wore expressions of schadenfreude.

This hairy burly man was very strong and extremely ruthless in battle. He had become a tyrant among the new bandits within a few days of entering the valley, and he took pleasure in bullying others. In Blackbeard Mountain, the strong bullied the weak, and the squad leaders did not intervene, sometimes even egging them on.

Therefore, this hairy burly man was even more arrogant among the new bandits.

This hairy burly man had a nasty habit. During each break, he would order others to massage his legs, and the worst part was that after the massage, he would make them rub his feet, even between the toes. No one could stomach eating after rubbing his stinky feet.

This hairy burly man had been bullying others for a long time. Today, with Zhou Lu's arrival, he had set his sights on the fatty.

In his eyes, this fatty was just a fool who wouldn't last a few days. However, the fatty's body was quite appealing, and his legs would surely be soft and pliable when massaged.

The surrounding bandits felt relieved.

Today, the fatty was unlucky. Since the hairy burly man had chosen the fatty, he wouldn't pick anyone else. One of the weaker bandits even covered his mouth and laughed, eager to see the fatty's reaction after rubbing the hairy bandit's legs and then seeing the food.

The burly man comfortably propped up his legs in front of Zhou Lu.

Zhou Lu was deep in thought when the burly man called him, feeling both surprised and suspicious. He pointed at his nose and asked with a ridiculous expression, "You want me to massage your legs?"

Zhou Lu didn't expect such a fool to come and provoke him.

"Hmm? Not willing?"

The hairy burly man saw Zhou Lu's mocking and disdainful expression and his eyes immediately turned cold and fierce. Since he was still among the new bandits, he needed to continue establishing his authority. Since this fatty was so blind, the burly man didn't mind making an example of him.

The burly man slowly put his foot down, stood up from the rock, and towered over Zhou Lu, leaning in so that their noses almost touched.

The murderous intent in the burly man's voice was enough to make a timid person wet their pants:

"Fatty, I told you to massage my legs. Do you have a problem with that?"

The burly man clenched his fists, the muscles in his arms bulging like tree roots. If the fatty dared to say no, the burly man wouldn't hesitate to smash his head like a watermelon.

Zhou Lu, smelling the foul breath from the hairy burly man, felt so nauseated that he almost vomited. I didn't hit the squad leader because I had a plan. Do you think I'm afraid to hit a fool like you?

Zhou Lu was also angry.

The burly man waved his large hand in front of Zhou Lu, ready to grab the fatty by the neck and lift him up.

With a "slap," a palm struck the burly man's face.

Zhou Lu's palm, infused with the power of the Savage Qi Vortex, was so fierce that the burly man didn't even have time to react. His head snapped to the side, and his body flew sideways, rolling three steps away and landing on the ground.

A mouthful of blood and broken teeth spewed from the burly man's mouth.

"Yes."

Zhou Lu called out defiantly, "You have a problem with me having a problem with you?"

"Did the fatty dare to hit someone?" The area immediately fell silent, and everyone was stunned.

Zhou Lu angrily brushed his hands after hitting the man. If he didn't teach a few fools a lesson, they would really think the fatty was easy to bully. Zhou Lu's face was still angry, but when he turned his head, he froze, his body stiffening, unable to move.

Behind Zhou Lu, the burly man, dazed and confused, lay on the ground, shaking his head and wiping the blood from his face, furious.

He didn't know how he had been hit just now; he must have been distracted.

Being hit by a fatty, where would his face be? If he didn't kill the fatty today, how would he survive in Blackbeard Mountain?

The murderous intent in the burly man's heart surged to his head, and his face twitched. He pulled out a bone knife from his waist, got up, and roared, ready to charge at Zhou Lu.

At that moment, someone shouted in a terrified voice, "Stop, look, the Second Chief is here."

In an instant, everyone was as if doused with cold water, shivering and falling silent.

The Second Chief?

The burly man was also shocked, standing still and turning his head. He saw a red figure, accompanied by six or seven tough guards, turning a corner and walking toward their valley, clearly coming to inspect.

All the bandits stood up from the ground, trembling with fear. The burly man had to suppress his anger, shrinking back into the crowd and glaring at Zhou Lu with intense hatred, silently cursing, "Fatty, you wait. I'll give you a good show later."

The Red Demon's reputation was too fearsome, and no one dared to cause trouble at this moment.