Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 665: Causes and Consequences of the Five Beasts’ Fury (2)_1

Chapter 665: Chapter 665: Causes and Consequences of the Five Beasts’ Fury (2)_1

Scarface’s eyes blazed with a crimson fury as he pointed at the thin-faced monkey-cheeked man and cursed, "That damn woman caused so many of our brothers to suffer! Had they not been quick-witted and protected our escape, we would be bedridden like them now, writhing in our own filth, reduced to a state neither human nor ghost! You’re not thinking about avenging our brothers, with your head filled only with those sordid thoughts. Do you even care about them?"

The thin-faced monkey-cheeked man staggered back, somewhat defiant in his heart, but quickly said in a flattering tone, "Of course, I care, how could I not! Those brothers suffered for us. The reason I suggested what I did earlier is that instead of killing that wench with a single stab, it’s better to torment her alive, to make her taste the agony of wanting to live but not being able to die!"

At these words, a glint of deep thought flashed in Scarface’s eyes, and he seemed to agree that this method would better avenge the suffering brothers.

Seeing an opportunity, the thin-faced monkey-cheeked man’s eyes flashed with lascivious delight as he continued to stir the pot, "Anyway, that person only told us to ’take good care’ of that little wench and her family. He never said we had to kill them! Once we tire of them, after removing their ’claws,’ let them serve our brothers day and night so the brothers can personally exact their vengeance."

At this, the others crowded around, and upon hearing the skinny monkey’s words, they unanimously echoed, "Yeah, boss, Old Third is right. It’s too easy on that little wench just to kill her with a single stab. Our brothers should take their revenge with their own hands to be truly satisfied!"

"Exactly, that’s what would be satisfying. I agree too! Boss, why don’t we do what Skinny Monkey suggested?"

"Right, right, right, just take those wenches back to our stronghold..."

Scarface’s sharp gaze slowly swept across their enraged faces, finally nodded, and said, "Then we’ll do as Old Third suggests. When the time comes, tie the women up in the stronghold, and the men..."

At this point, a thick murderous intent flashed in Scarface’s eyes, and he said deliberately, "Leave, none, alive!"

If the Mo Family were still the current Mo Family, and Mo Yan was just an ordinary girl, the family would have had absolutely no power to resist the onslaught of so many bandits descending from the hills to slaughter and kidnap.

However, there is never an "if" in life. Facing Mo Yan in possession of the five beasts, these formidable weapons, no matter how the bandits plotted, they were doomed to fail!

As if the Mo Family had been destroyed and vengeance for the brothers completed, the bandits, buoyed by their emotions, downed several bowls of strong liquor. Eventually, they staggered to their tents, planning to rest well and gather strength for later deeds, when the five beasts descended from the sky.

Amidst the bandits’ screams of horror and terror, the five beasts roared and swept through them, biting off limbs and leaving behind a scene of blood and piercing night screams.

The entire process took only half an instant. The five beasts achieved an overwhelming victory. Even though Xue tuanzi in Space scoffed, thinking that the bandits were easily defeated because they were drunk, it did not spoil the five beasts’ mood. They clearly felt a transformative growth in their power.

Seeing the five beasts unleash their might for the first time, Mo Qingze calmly refused Mo Yan’s proposal to stay put and insisted on following her down the mountain to rescue the kidnapped children, his shaky legs betraying his true feelings.

Father and daughter ignored the bandits’ curses and threats, making their way unhindered to the tent where the children were held captive. Lifting the tent flap, they were met with twelve pairs of frightened eyes.

The children had suffered a great shock. Upon seeing Mo Yan and her father, after a brief moment of stunned silence, a little girl about five or six years old burst into tears. This cry was like opening the gates of release, prompting the other eleven children to also cry out loud, instantly drowning out the groans of the bandits.