I had just finished getting dressed with Ashley when a commotion erupted in the village. Mixed in were the shouts of the uncles and aunties: “Hit them! Beat these ungrateful, thankless wretches to death!” “They’re here…” “Everyone, come quickly! ·#￥%……—*”

The noisy uproar immediately piqued my curiosity. Just as I was about to open the door to see what was happening, the flimsy wooden door of the room was kicked open, and two men, covered in blood, burst in.

“It’s you two?” I asked in surprise when I saw who it was. These were the two men who had fainted earlier. I hadn’t expected that after just one round, they’d be so full of life again.

At this moment, the village uncles and aunties rushed into the courtyard, armed with hoes for farming, mops for cleaning, and all sorts of farm tools, glaring fiercely at the two men.

“Don’t move! We have hostages!” The two men stood back to back, swords in hand—one nervously watching me and Ashley, the other keeping an eye on the two hundred villagers who had followed.

Chapter 4: Confession

Hostages? According to TV drama plots, this is when the hostages should step forward and shout something like “Don’t worry about me!” But that kind of idiotic plot only happens on TV. In real life, people should～～～!

“Beat these two bastards up! Don’t worry about us!” Just as I was about to speak, Miss Ashley beside me—maybe she’s read too many romance novels—suddenly blurted out such an inspiring line.

Ashley’s shout was all it took. The simple villagers, who had just quieted down, immediately obeyed her words, hoisting their farm tools and charging forward.

Damn! You guys! If Ashley told you to die, would you all commit suicide on the spot? Just as I was about to protest, two shovels—two shovels thrown like javelins—flew straight at the two men’s faces. To protect themselves, the two men used their swords to block the shovels.

Relying on years of street-fighting experience and instinct, the moment they raised their swords to block, I suddenly lunged forward and unleashed the legendary “Twin Dragons Emerging from the Sea” (which is just pushing both fists forward at the same time). I landed a perfect hit on both their backs.

Ever since coming to this world, my innate strength had shown itself to be extraordinary. With that “Twin Dragons Emerging from the Sea,” I sent both men flying into the crowd of villagers.

The two men couldn’t get up after being hit by me, and the angry villagers slowly surrounded them in a circle. The sixty-something village chief, hoe in hand, said, “You…” The deputy village chief continued, “Should…” Finally, Uncle Brant summed it up: “Be ready to face the consequences!”

With Uncle Brant’s concluding words, dozens of farm tools came down in unison on the two unlucky guys. From the crowd came screams even more terrifying than a pig being slaughtered.

Watching the furious villagers, I slowly walked over to a villager who, after trying for ages, still hadn’t managed to squeeze in for a bit of action. I asked, “Buddy, how did those two end up like this?”

The villager’s dejected look vanished the moment I asked, replaced by the demeanor of a university professor as he explained, “These two thugs, as soon as they woke up and saw how remote and poor our place is, immediately declared that we were all their slaves! They even said anyone who didn’t obey would be killed on the spot!”

“Oh, so that’s how it is. They deserved it! Buddy, give them a few extra hits for me.” I nodded, encouraging this still-eager guy as I stepped back.

These two idiots, really! In a place so desolate that not even chickens lay eggs, rabbits don’t poop, and even wolves would cry if they came here—if a village can survive here, the people must be tough as nails. Plus, with the poor transportation, everyone here is probably related somehow. And yet, before their wounds even healed, they tried to act like bosses. Seriously～～～.

“Everyone, stop. I have something to ask these two!” At my shout, the beating temporarily ceased. The crowd naturally parted to make way for me. After about an hour of being beaten, the two men had miraculously survived. At this point, even their closest relatives would probably ask, “Who are you?”

Standing before them, I was excited to realize that I had gone from a petty thug often summoned by the police to an interrogator.

Hmph! Back when I was in the station, I’d learned plenty of police tricks. Now, imitating them, I had someone bring me a stool to sit on and said, “Speak! Who exactly are you? Why did you come to our Forgotten Mountains? Let me tell you! Our policy is: confess and you’ll be treated leniently! Resist and you’ll be dealt with harshly! If you keep resisting, there’s only one road—death!”

Awesome! Using all those lines I’d heard before to lecture someone else—what a feeling～～～!

The crowd around me was instantly roused by my impassioned words. One by one, they rolled up their sleeves and joined in my shouts. As for the two unlucky guys in front of me, I couldn’t tell if they were stunned by my skillful questioning or still hadn’t recovered from the beating, but for a moment, they just stood there, speechless.