The Good-for-Nothing Seventh Miss

The mercenary leader’s gaze swept past his subordinates and onto Shen Yanxiao, who had made her way toward Du Lang. He assessed that fragile little kid repeatedly with doubts in his mind. He could not believe that the kid could injure his strong subordinates.

“Are you sure it was him and not Evil Wolf or Du Lang?” It was not that he did not trust his men, but he could not imagine that it was the case.

He had dispatched several of his men to kill some magical beasts the previous night. However, he did not expect that they would be nailed to the trees before they could even venture too far out. If he had not woken up earlier that day to survey the forest, his men would still be displayed on the trees at that moment.

He also did not expect his men to tell him that it was the Cave Wolves Mercenary Group’s deadweight who had nailed them onto the trees!

They should stop with the jokes. Who amongst them did not know that the deadweight was only about thirteen years old? He had frail arms and legs, so he did not even look as if he could fight. Du Lang even had to assign Evil Wolf to protect the kid’s safety. Could a little kid who did not look strong enough to handle a chicken have the strength to injure a few adult mercenaries?

Even though they were not very powerful, they could still deal with a little kid easily.

Yet, no one had expected the result. They had not been able to harm him, and instead, the kid had nailed them onto the tree trunks. They were utterly embarrassed about that situation!

“Leader, there’s no mistake. It was really him. Why would we lie to you? That kid bumped into us yesterday night and even threatened to pierce our heads if we were to scream.” Those mercenaries looked as though they were about to cry. That was a humiliating incident, and yet their leader chose not to believe their words. He even insisted that they recount the entire ordeal! All of them tried to weep, but none could shed a tear.

“Wait!” The mercenary leader seemed to have noticed a crucial hint. He immediately turned to question his men. “You mentioned that he only shot once?”

How was that possible?!

How could that be?

He had dispatched dozens of men yesterday night, and even if the little kid had skills, it would be impossible for him to nail all of them with a single shot!

The mercenaries said bitterly, “Yes, it was only a single shot, and we’re still not sure how he did it. He took a pitch-black longbow from his spatial ring, and he notched ten arrows before he aimed it at us. He shot all ten arrows at once, and before we could react, we were already hanging on the tree.”

Even at that moment, they did not understand how they ended up on the tree.

The fact was that those arrows had been too fast.

The mercenary leader furrowed his eyebrows. He had personally picked those arrows off his men, and he noticed that only the tail had been exposed. The remaining length had pierced through their shoulders and burrowed into the tree trunk. Furthermore, every single arrow had avoided any vital organ, and so they had only suffered minor flesh wounds. Those injuries were of no consequence to them.

Initially, he thought that the attacker was a mighty archer who had wanted to teach his subordinates a lesson, which led to the attack. He did not expect to learn that the attacker was the deadweight from the Cave Wolves Mercenary Group.

What amazed him, even more, was that those ten precise and powerful shots had been released at one go!