Worth

Li Qiang's face radiated with satisfaction as he observed the departing life force of the newly appointed Commander. Prolonging the inevitable seemed futile to him. After all, the man's destiny was to meet his demise.

His gaze narrowed, capturing the faint echoes of the ongoing battle outside the tent.

Should he join in?

Just as Li Qiang was about to step out, a pair of bandits barged into the tent, desperate to awaken their supposed leader, Bu Ching. Unaware that Bu Ching had already passed, their alarmed expressions turned to shock as they laid eyes upon his lifeless body lying on the bed.

A surge of alertness jolted through the bandits, their senses heightened by the unexpected sight before them. But before they could react, Li Qiang swiftly struck, his dagger finding its mark on their necks. The clash was swift and brutal, and within moments, the three bandits met the same fate as their fallen master.