Hearing He Gang's words, He Meng touched his own ear, a flash of anger in his eyes, and said harshly: "How troublesome can it be? It's just that we kill a batch to intimidate, like before. No matter how defiant they are, ultimately, they are still afraid of death!"
He Gang thought of something, nodded, and laughed, "That's true. This time we only killed eight, and it scared them stiff. It shows their backbone isn't that tough. Once people die, they immediately know to yield and don't come to Redwood Ridge."
"Hahahaha..."
Upon hearing He Gang's words, everyone around burst into laughter.
"In my opinion, this Great Xia isn't stiff-backed; it's cheap-boned. They must see people killed to be afraid."
"Right, right, we only hunted in the north originally. If they don't cause trouble, we can remain harmonious for a short time. Now it's perfect; in addition, there's still the south. The whole Redwood Ridge, from now on, belongs to our camp!"
"Haha..."
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