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"Uh... Hmm."
Locke felt the five fingers gripping his throat begin to slowly constrict.
He stared at Bu with eyes that had turned slightly red from the difficulty of breathing, fixated on him.
Seeing the cold, emotionless pupils in Bu's eyes, Locke felt a suffocating aura of death that nearly made him faint. He struggled to breathe, his tongue sticking out, his eyes filled with pleading and despair.
Without thinking, he released the hand still gripping the dagger and desperately clawed at Bu's hand that was choking him. His legs kicked wildly in the air, like a chicken awaiting slaughter.
"I think a worm like you, who can only survive in dark corners, should be prepared to die at any moment. I didn't expect..."
Bu shook his head slightly, looking at Locke with a mocking gaze as if seeking revenge. His grip on Locke's right hand was as strong as a stone pillar; the disparity in their strength made Locke's struggles seem futile as he faced death.
Bu did not kill the Masked Thief immediately; he had his own considerations and confidence in his abilities.
Now it was no longer a situation where the enemy was hidden while he was in the light. The imagined third assassination had yet to occur. Looking at the thief being choked in his hand, the despair and fear in Locke's eyes seemed genuine. Perhaps the other imagined enemy was just Bu being overly cautious.
However, Bu would not truly let down his guard; two consecutive deadly ambushes were enough to keep him alert.
Retrieving his hand that had been pierced by the entire dagger, he noticed that the wound had begun to stop bleeding due to temporary recovery. Only the damage to his veins and bones would take time to heal.
Looking at the sharp dagger still embedded in his hand, Bu raised it up and bit down on the hilt with his teeth, pulling it out forcefully.
"Shh."
A spray of blood shot out as the dagger was pulled from the center of his palm.
The wound that had already begun to clot was torn open again, blood flowing joyfully out and dripping onto the ground like fallen petals.
"Hehehe..." Bu let out a nervous laugh through the pain, his expression stiffening.
He suddenly swung Locke, who was being choked and rolling his eyes, in a circle, using him like a weapon and smashing him down hard onto the ground.
With a loud "bang," the impact sent dust flying everywhere.
Locke was nearly knocked out of his senses by this deadly blow, and even the black veil covering his face was shaken loose.
The violent collision made him want to spit out blood, but his neck was gripped so tightly that it felt like it could snap at any moment. Nevertheless, blood still oozed from his mouth, spilling onto the ground.
Locke's face, marked with two deep scars, turned pale as he endured the intense pain coursing through his body. He curled up, gasping for breath in the dust-filled air.
Bu no longer paid attention to Fellow, who had lost all fighting capability. He turned to look toward the carriage, only to be slightly taken aback by the sight of it being completely empty.
"Did they take the opportunity to escape? It seems there are no more bandits around here, or perhaps they retreated early because they found me too difficult to deal with. Otherwise, how could Thomas have slipped away?"
Having figured out the key point of the situation, Bu felt a sense of relief in his heart.
Regardless, these hidden enemies still gave him a headache.
Although he regretted that Thomas had managed to escape when things looked bad for him, Bu was too lazy to pursue.
Just an ordinary person; he posed no threat to him. Bu had already seen through Thomas's ulterior motives during their encounter. However, he had no intention of killing him; driving the carriage was tiring enough without adding that burden.
Even if it came down to it later on, it wouldn't be too late to kill him then.
Unfortunately, the other party was clever enough to run away. Bu didn't regard this powerless Fellow as a concern; if they crossed paths again, he would simply kill him.
If others wish to consume my flesh, I shall devour their bones. If one does not offend me, I will not offend them; this is Bu's principle of dealing with matters.
In this survival-of-the-fittest Fran Continent, those who are soft-hearted often do not live long.
This ambush incident clearly demonstrated how cheap human life is. For a bit of money, ruthless bandits would kill without hesitation. If he were just an ordinary person, he might have ended up as a Cold Corpse lying on the ground.
He scoffed lightly. Bu shook his head and glanced at his status panel, realizing that his physical condition wasn't too bad; he was only at 65% with moderate injuries, mainly due to severe damage to the bones and meridians in his palm. The remaining superficial wounds would scab over in a couple of hours thanks to his recovery ability.
Now he understood how troublesome thieves could be. In fact, the physical quality of these low-level thieves was significantly inferior to his own, probably only half of his attributes at most. However, their strange skills were hard to counter; no matter how high one's martial arts were, one could still fear a kitchen knife.
Bu's current situation was that he possessed excellent attributes but lacked the combat skills to effectively utilize them. Even if he exerted 100% of his strength, being able to unleash half of it was already commendable.
Now even some enemies who could barely withstand a punch from him could hold their ground against him for a while if they used some combat skills, which left him feeling quite frustrated.
The saying in martial arts that "one force can break ten thousand techniques" describes a disparity so vast that it resembles the difference between clouds and mud. Otherwise, why would anyone bother learning techniques like "using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds"?
What he lacked now were the skills that could fully unleash his power, even up to 200%.
Unfortunately, the system provided him with no hints about these skills, and he had no idea how to learn them. This was also the reason he spared the life of the Masked Thief; he wanted to learn from him how to acquire skills.
After sorting through the post-battle experience and gains, Bu focused his mind and walked towards Ricky, who had been kicked in the abdomen and was now lying on the ground, gasping for breath and unable to move.
"Hey, Uncle Ricky, you seem to be enjoying yourself lying on the ground playing in the mud like a child? Tsk tsk, truly a child at heart."
Bu casually stroked his injured right hand while circling around Ricky mockingly.
At this moment, Ricky's abdomen was sunken in. After such a long time, blood had already pooled on the ground from his mouth. The grayish-white color on his face showed no trace of anger anymore; instead, it was replaced by a deathly pallor.
He stared blankly with lifeless eyes. The damage to his internal organs and the loss of most of his blood made him acutely aware that death was near.
With great difficulty, he directed his gaze towards Bu, glaring at him with intense hatred for a moment before taking a shallow breath and weakly saying, "Beast... you... you won't escape death either. Ha, ha..."
After uttering this seemingly disjointed statement, Ricky continued to glare at Bu with deep resentment. However, his eyes gradually dimmed as he silently opened his mouth and slowly ceased breathing.
Bu calmly watched as Ricky died with hatred in his eyes. He had already formed some guesses about Ricky's last words but kept them to himself as a warning without losing composure.
When soldiers come, block them; when water comes, cover it with earth.
He was not some soft, clay-like person who would be scared out of his wits by the threat of a dead man.
"Ding"
The sudden System Notification Sound surprised Bu Wei. He focused and read the System prompt that appeared in his mind.
"System Prompt: Killed a Level 1 Low-Level Shadow Thief — Ricky Field. Gained Experience 10 points, total Experience gained 10 points."
This was quite an unexpected delight; Bu did not anticipate that killing someone could also increase his Experience points.
With this, he had another way to level up. Although he wouldn’t go around like a psychopathic killer attacking anyone on sight, if someone harbored ill intentions towards him and attacked him without cause, he would naturally not show mercy and leave hidden dangers behind.
If that were the case, Bu actually looked forward to having more enemies with ulterior motives.
Could this be considered self-destructive? While others would avoid such situations, he seemed eager to dive right in.
However, now having gained these 10 Experience points, along with the previous 10 points from killing Python, he now had a total of 40 Experience points. He was only 760 points away from leveling up to the next level's requirement of 1000 Experience points.
In a good mood, Bu cast aside the frustration of being ambushed. He turned around and smiled as he walked towards Locke, as if visiting a friend.
Locke was startled by Bu's eerie smile, causing his hair to stand on end. He struggled to get up from the ground; his frail body was severely injured and slightly hunched over, making him appear even shorter.
At this moment, Locke felt a deep sense of dread; he had lost all semblance of calmness and did not want to follow in the footsteps of Ricky.
As he watched Bu seemingly take an interest in him with that seemingly friendly smile, it felt like a butcher smiling at pigs in a slaughterhouse, as if contemplating how much money he could make from selling the pork after slaughtering them.
Thinking of this made Locke shiver involuntarily.
"Please spare my life! I am willing to compensate for my mistakes; I can give you all my possessions."
Locke dared not resist in the slightest. He knew very well the extent of his injuries; at this point, he feared that before his opponent even made a move, he would already collapse.
Therefore, he could only plead for mercy, and even his originally harsh and cold voice became somewhat softer.
Locke anxiously looked at Bu after finishing his words, seeing that the other party had no intention of speaking, only smiling at him, neither holding on nor letting go.
Bu's demeanor left Locke feeling uncertain, increasing his fear.
"Even if you kill me, I fear you will still be hunted down by our Thieves' Guild once they discover the truth. However, if you are willing to spare me, I can help you evade their pursuit.
After all, you have already killed Ricky, and the Thieves' Guild will not let you go. Although we are merely low-level thieves with little status, the Thieves' Guild does not allow anyone who offends their authority to survive."
Locke quickly finished speaking in one breath, seemingly afraid that this cold-blooded Fellow in front of him would directly end his life.
"The Thieves' Guild, huh?"
Bu looked at Locke, retracting his smile and appearing contemplative.
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