Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!-Chapter 280 - : Tonight, the entire village of you will have to apologize for my brothers!

Chapter 280: Chapter 280: Tonight, the entire village of you will have to apologize for my brothers!

The small mountain village was already dark and lightless at night, and the atmosphere of the power outage added an extra layer of silence and depth.

Zhao Lang didn’t dare to waste time; he took his flashlight and hit the road.

He had only gone halfway when he vaguely spotted a figure by the side of the road.

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Out of caution, he turned off his flashlight and quietly approached the person.

The figure looked to be an elderly man.

Normally, it wouldn’t be strange to see an old man here, but now the entire village had lost power, and people of that age usually stayed home quietly, afraid to fall.

Why would he be wandering around?

With that thought, Zhao Lang followed him.

Only when he got closer did he realize that this elder was the same one he and Jiang Li had encountered a few days ago.

Remembering what Jiang Li had said, Zhao Lang became even more vigilant, and his gaze grew heavier.

“Old man,” he stood behind the person and turned on his flashlight, “don’t wander around here so late; it’s dangerous without electricity. You should head home.”

The elder’s footsteps halted, and he stopped in place.

Seeing his rock-steady stance, Zhao Lang fully realized that something was off and stealthily clenched his fist, moving closer.

“Old man? What’s wrong?”

In an instant, the elder turned around, and something gleamed from his dark embrace.

The weapon was swift, but Zhao Lang was swifter, dodging aside with a sidestep.

Surprised that Zhao Lang had not been struck, the elder flinched, then quickly tried to escape.

Zhao Lang was one step ahead, smashing the flashlight fiercely against his head; a groan emitted not the raspy voice of an old man but the full-toned voice of a man.

Seemingly realizing his identity had been exposed, the man then gave up all pretense of fleeing, his eagle eyes blazing with a cold light as he lunged at Zhao Lang with both fists and feet.

—and each attack was deftly avoided by him.

More astonishment shone in the man’s eyes, “You’re supposed to be a villager here, aren’t you? How can you have such skills… Heh, it seems you are not simple either.”

Zhao Lang narrowed his eyes, “It’s you, Chen Xing.”

Chen Xing also gave up any pretense and tore off the disguise mask from his face, and straightened his intentionally hunched back.

“So what if it’s me?”

Zhao Lang sneered.

No wonder they and the police had been searching for so many days and couldn’t find anyone; he had already infiltrated their midst.

It made sense.

For a villain like him, without some self-preservation skills and abilities, how could he have been found by that guy?

What Zhao Lang didn’t understand, though, was why, after disguising himself for so long, would he slip up like this tonight?

However, Chen Xing suddenly showed a strange smile, his gaze unconsciously flickering towards a certain area.

Zhao Lang immediately caught this subconscious action and followed his gaze.

The world was dark, and the direction he was looking flashed a faint red light.

But that direction was where Jiang Li lived.

Zhao Lang’s heart sank, and he instinctively wanted to turn around and run over, but Chen Xing pulled out a modified silencer gun from his embrace.

“Want to save her? No chance, tonight, all the people in your village will pay for my brothers!”

A gunshot rang out, but Zhao Lang managed to dodge again, the bullet grazing past his sleeve.

Chen Xing’s eyes widened in disbelief, “How, how could this happen?”

How could someone dodge a gunshot at such a close range?!

Who exactly was this Zhao Lang?!

Zhao Lang leapt behind him, knocked the gun from his embrace, and locked his arm around his throat.

His narrow eyes at this moment were brimming with frost, emitting a terrifying, infernal glow.

“I’ve already experienced the sensation of death six times. No one is more sensitive to death than I am. Do you really think you can kill me with this piece of junk gun?”

Chen Xing struggled desperately, but the man held his throat tight like the Grim Reaper, refusing to ease up in the slightest.

Gradually, he lost consciousness.

At the crucial moment, Zhao Lang saw the Buddha Beads on his wrist and seemed to think of something. The fierceness in his eyes slowly dissipated, and the grip on Chen Xing’s arm gradually loosened.

Chen Xing collapsed onto the ground all at once.

Zhao Lang clenched his fists, his fingertips nearly embedding into his flesh before he calmed down slightly.

The red glow on the horizon grew more intense.

“Damn it!”

He knew he could not delay any longer, quickly flexed his wrist, took the gun from Chen Xing’s arms, and ran towards the straw hut on the side of the mountain while making a call to the police.

But there was no signal on his mobile phone.

Helpless, he gritted his teeth and hastened his pace.

By the time he arrived, the entire straw hut had been completely devoured by the flames.

“Jiang Li! Jiang Yan! Are you in there?”

Zhao Lang called out urgently from outside.

Yet, he received not a single response.

The house continued to crackle and burn. Since this was on the back side of the mountain, almost everyone from the village had gathered around the cables on the outermost side, and not a single person knew about the house burning like purgatory.

Zhao Lang covered his nose and mouth, wet his clothes and draped them over his body, and headed straight inside.

He then discovered that all the ventilation openings had been nailed shut, including the doors and windows.

It was evident how perilous the situation inside must be.

Without thinking too much, Zhao Lang slammed his fist against the door frame. The frame shook but remained immovably nailed in place.

Zhao Lang bit his teeth and kept pounding with his fists until his hand was lacerated by splinters and the frame finally broke open a hole.

More flames rushed out eagerly.

Only after managing to put out most of the fire at the doorway did he reluctantly step into the house.

Inside, thick smoke billowed, and he could barely see anything. After only a few seconds, his eyes were streaming with tears from the smoke.

“Jiang Li, Jiang, Jiang Li, cough cough….”

Zhao Lang called out Jiang Li’s name, searching as best he could.

Fortunately, the straw hut wasn’t large, and soon he found Jiang Li unconscious by the water tank.

With an uneasy heart, Zhao Lang placed his finger under her nose. Thankfully, though her breath was faint, it was still there.

Without another thought, he quickly hoisted her onto his back and carried her out.

After a cursory check of her wounds, finding that apart from a few burns on her arm there were no major issues, Zhao Lang finally breathed a sigh of relief and attempted to wake her up.

“Jiang Li, wake up. Can you hear me? Wake up.”

Jiang Li soon stirred and began to cough violently as she slowly opened her eyes.

As her vision gradually cleared, she saw Zhao Lang, his face covered in dust, even a patch of his hair had been scorched away.

But he revealed a relieved smile and then excitedly embraced her.

“Thank goodness, you’re okay!”

Jiang Li coughed violently and with difficulty raised her hand to pat Zhao Lang’s back, then spoke in an extremely hoarse voice.

“Zhao, Zhao Lang…..”

“Hmm? What is it?”

“Jiang, Jiang Yan….” Jiang Li coughed again, then weakly raised her hand pointing towards the house, “Jiang Yan is still inside…..”