Their fate was extremely tragic, with broken arms and legs, not a single one of them fell to the ground unscathed.

"Good sir, we can have a civil conversation," a thug said through the pain.

Seven or eight people wielding knives managed to overpower an unarmed man and make him fall to the ground. Such a disparity made them realize that they were no match for this young man at all.

To think that they were left with broken bones, they had no idea what had happened.

"Speak civilly, please," Bidegla spoke, then stepped on the thug, leaning down and asking, "Who attacked my parents last night? Tell me, and I will spare your life."

"Who are your parents? I don't know," the thug shook his head, but was secretly terrified.

They had indeed attacked a couple last night, so it was clear that this person in front of them had come for revenge. His skills were too terrifying, so they dared not admit to killing him.

"Don't know?" Bidegla smiled, then grabbed the thug's hand and forcefully bent one of his fingers into a horrifying arc.

"Ah!"

The finger snapped off, and the thug let out a scream like a slaughtered pig. As the saying goes, the fingers are linked to the heart, and this young man was so ruthless that it almost made him faint from the pain.

"In the end, who attacked? If you don't tell me, I will break the rest of your fingers," Bidegla spoke calmly, but it scared the thug half to death.

"I don't know," the thug stubbornly gritted his teeth and shook his head.

With another snap, the third finger was broken, and Bidegla said, "My patience is limited. If you continue to refuse, I will cut off both of your hands."

"I don't know," the thug, despite the pain, still shook his head with clenched teeth.

Crack!

Another finger was broken, and Bidegla said, "My patience is limited. If you continue to refuse, I will cut off both of your hands."

"I don't know," the thug stubbornly cursed, trying to get up from the ground.

But he was no match for Bidegla, who firmly pinned him to the ground. Bidegla picked up a knife from the ground and ruthlessly cut off the thug's hand, causing blood to spurt out far away, frightening the women in the corner to scream in terror.

"Don't make a sound, or you will face the same fate," Bidegla said coldly, glancing at the terrified women.

His words had a clear effect. Although the women were terrified, they tightly covered their mouths and dared not make a sound.

This young man was too terrifying. He didn't hesitate to cut off hands, and this was simply a devil.

"Ah." With his hand brutally cut off, the thug let out a loud roar, full of despair.

A fierce kick directly to the thug's chest made him faint. Bidegla picked up the blood-stained knife and walked towards another thug.

His face was cold, exuding a terrifying aura, as if he were a death god climbing up from hell.

The thug he was staring at only felt the approach of death, and before Bidegla could ask anything, he was so scared that he involuntarily urinated.

"Useless," Bidegla said, looking at the thug and asking directly, "Tell me, who attacked? If you don't speak, your fate will be the same as his." With that, Bidegla glanced back at the man who had already lost one hand.

"I say, I say." Bidegla was taken aback, and the little ruffian immediately said, "I didn't go last night because I drank too much. It was the others who did it, it has nothing to do with me."

As he spoke, the little ruffian actually started crying, almost kneeling down in front of Bidegla.

"Damn it, Xiaowu, you betrayed us, I'll kill you!"

Suddenly, another ruffian climbed up from the ground, grabbed a knife and tried to attack Xiaowu, but Bidegla was faster. Before the knife could strike, he felt a cold sensation on his neck, then saw his head seemingly falling to the ground, and lost consciousness.

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A good man had his head chopped off by Bidegla, a scene incredibly bloody.

"Ah!" At that moment, several women in the corner began to scream again, their faces turning pale with fear.

With their hands chopped off, they were already terrified, and now Bidegla had actually chopped off someone's head, it was too terrifying.

"You..." Seeing the dead-eyed look of his comrade, Xiaowu, also known as a ruffian, struggled to swallow his saliva, with no strength left in him.

"Besides him, did the others also attack?" Bidegla spoke coldly.

"Yes." Xiaowu nodded without hesitation, fearing that he might die if he spoke too slowly.

They had chopped off many people, even killed people, but when death came upon them, they were terrified.

To survive, they could not care about anything else, they didn't care about others' lives, they just wanted to survive.

"Bidegla, what have you done?" Suddenly, a cry came from the door, it was Niko Haimes coming in.

Seeing the bloody scene in the room, even the seasoned Niko Haimes felt his stomach churning, almost vomiting.

Bidegla killing people, he had never imagined, and now there was a round head on the ground, obviously chopped off.

"I only did what I had to do." Bidegla spoke, his voice extremely cold.

Throwing the knife in front of Xiaowu, he said, "If you want to live, kill the others, if you don't, the next one to die will be you!"

"Ah?" Hearing Bidegla's words, Xiaowu was so scared that he collapsed on the ground, his face turning as white as a sheet.

"You have ten seconds, if you don't act, then I will." Bidegla's words left no room for negotiation, making everyone's face in the room change.

"Gulp." Xiaowu swallowed his saliva, but he couldn't bring himself to pick up the knife on the ground.

"Three seconds have already passed, you have seven seconds left." Bidegla said calmly, looking at the ruffian.

"Nima, brothers, don't blame me." Suddenly, as if he had made a decision, Xiaowu picked up the knife from the ground and stabbed it into another ruffian next to him.

One stab, deeply into the body of the ruffian, making him widen his eyes in disbelief.

He never thought that one day he would die at the hands of his own brother under the same roof.

"Xiaowu, are you crazy?" Seeing Xiaowu killing his own people, the other ruffians shouted, their eyes filled with rage.

"Yes, I am crazy. If you didn't kill, we wouldn't be in this situation, so you might as well make me continue to live." Xiaowu spoke, his tone merciless.

Splat!

The sound of the knife striking the body kept ringing, making the scalp tingle. In just half a minute, besides Xiaowu, the other ruffians were all stabbed to death by him.

Even if they had wanted to rebel, they would have been overpowered by Bidegla and knocked unconscious, allowing Xiao Wu to finish them off. Out of the eight men, seven were dead, leaving only Xiao Wu.

At the door, Niko Haimes had already become dumbfounded. Several people who were still alive had all died in such a short time. It was too bloody.

The floor of the room was almost completely stained red with blood. He couldn't bear it any longer and vomited the food he had eaten last night.

"The women, you take care of them yourself. I'll wait for you outside," Bidegla said calmly, then walked out of the room.

"Alright." After all, Xiao Wu had already crossed the point of no return by killing, so when Bidegla left the room, there were again the sounds of mournful cries. A minute later, a blood-soaked Xiao Wu emerged from the room, still clutching the blood-stained knife.

Although those women were not involved in the matter, they had seen Bidegla and Xiao Wu killing. If they were allowed to leave, they might endanger the two of them.

So, it wasn't Bidegla's cruelty to blame, but rather their bad luck for seeing things they shouldn't have seen.

After all, he didn't kill those people. He only said a few words. Xiao Wu was the cruel one. He could have threatened those people to keep them from speaking, but by killing a few women, he could put an end to it.

"Quite ruthless," Bidegla said calmly, looking at Xiao Wu.

"Then... can I live?" Xiao Wu, upon hearing Bidegla's words, said with a somewhat pale face.

Even though he had just killed so many people, when faced with Bidegla, he still felt the approach of death. He was too afraid of Bidegla.

"Yes, you followed my instructions, so I won't do anything to you. You take care of this place first. I'll wait for you outside for half an hour," Bidegla said, taking out a cigarette from his pocket and strolled out of the courtyard.

"Bidegla, you..." Seeing the calm face of Bidegla, Niko Haimes was so shocked that he couldn't even say a complete sentence. Although killing happened every day, he had not expected Bidegla to directly or indirectly kill more than ten people in front of him.

Killing one person could result in the death penalty, and with so many people, if the police caught them, the consequences would be unthinkable.

"Heh heh, uncle, you don't need to be afraid. There's nothing to worry about," Bidegla said, handing him a cigarette. "This is how society is. Sometimes it's a matter of either you die or I die. If it weren't for my skill, do you think the two of us would still be standing here intact?"

"But you shouldn't have killed people. Even though they hurt others, your parents are already safe, aren't they? You should know that killing is a crime! According to the law, you could be executed," Niko Haimes said, his voice becoming low, expressing concern for Bidegla.

"Haha." Upon hearing his words, Bidegla suddenly burst into laughter, crushing the cigarette butt into pieces. "What nonsense law. It's just a tool for the powerful to protect their own interests. There are too many injustices. Haven't you seen that because the other party is powerful, the police don't help us?"

"So, if you want justice, you have to take matters into your own hands. Believe in the law? Better to believe in yourself. In the face of absolute strength, the law is just a joke!"

With that, Bidegla seemed to relax, taking another cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it for himself.

Uncle was just too indecisive. If Bidegla hadn't eliminated these people today, they might continue to harm others in the future, even kill.

Therefore, Bidegla now merely feels as though she has only done what she ought to do, such scoundrels, living in this world, might as well die sooner rather than later.