Chapter: 1851

The bandit leader felt his body turn stiff after seeing the new vicious look in Beacrox�s eyes. The large sword pierced the ground next to him.

Puuk.

The greatsword was stabbed deep into the ground as Beacrox�s angry eyes continued to stare at the bandit leader.

Beacrox took off his white gloves.

Plop. Plop.

The white gloves were flung to the ground. Beacrox then started to speak to the bandit leader who was looking at him.

�I will not kill you or make you bleed. I will not even torture you.�

�What? Torture?�

Beacrox lifted up a finger as the bandit leader looked back at him with shock.

One.

It could have meant the one hit that he still had left, however, Beacrox meant something else.

�One hundred hits. Just endure one hundred more hits.�

Cale listened to Beacrox�s voice as he turned his gaze to a faraway mountain.

Pow, pow, pow!

The pounding noise sounded like background music that surprisingly went well with the beautiful mountain Cale was looking at.

�Ahhh! Please! Stop! I�m so- ugh!�

Cale could hear the bandit leader�s scream, as well as the mumblings of the bandit who was standing next to him.

�See, this is why you should have listened to me. You know nothing.�

Cale patted the bandit on the shoulder. The bandit�s face went from pale to blue, however, Cale did not pay much attention to it as he looked toward the wooden fence.

The other bandits flinched at his gaze before holding onto the ledge or their weapons. He could see fear and despair in their eyes.

However, the bandits quietly opened the door for them after seeing their leader receive over 50 hits.

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Cale soon became the owner of the best house in the area, the bandit leader�s house, as well as the expensive leather seat inside.

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