Chapter 45: Becoming the New Favorite of the Bandit World

Feng Batian stared blankly at the large scar-faced man and occasionally glanced at the small scar-faced man standing in the hall.

They were so calm.

Hadn’t they heard what was said just now?

[Hehe, you’re the worst bandit chief I’ve ever seen.]

Feng Batian snapped back to reality, his gaze falling on Ah Bao.

Just… just now…

Could it be that the little girl said those things?

But she’s only three months old!

How could she talk?

Feng Batian quickly knocked on his own head, convinced that he must have been hearing things.

[Yes, knock yourself out, that way you won’t have to worry about being betrayed and tortured by your subordinates in the future.]

Feng Batian was flustered.

“Boss, what’s the matter? Say something!” The large scar-faced man was anxious.

The small scar-faced man immediately added, “Could it be that our boss is possessed?”

“Damn it! What possession? I just didn’t sleep well last night. Now I’m feeling drowsy. Is that a problem?”

The two men exchanged glances.

Did the boss really look like he was just sleepy, given his usual imposing demeanor?

Feng Batian took a moment to compose himself, finally understanding.

It was the little bundle’s thoughts.

It must have been the blessing he received at the Baihua Mountain temple a couple of days ago.

Today, it seemed he had gained some kind of insight.

Feng Batian stood up, looking down at Ah Bao from a height.

Ah Bao rolled her eyes at him.

“So cute, so cute! Did you see that? This little bundle even gives you the stink eye!” Feng Batian chuckled.

The two men couldn’t help but twitch their lips.

“Boss, remember, we’re bandit chiefs!” The large scar-faced man reminded him.

Feng Batian frowned. “If you don’t speak up, no one will take you for a mute.”

He recalled the part where the little bundle mentioned betrayal and torture by subordinates.

Subordinates—

Didn’t that refer to the two people in front of him?

For a moment, Feng Batian cast a cold, wary gaze at the two men, growing increasingly suspicious.

He was still hoping to hear more from the little bundle about how these two people would betray him in the future or at least one of them.

But the little bundle continued to suck on her small hand and stayed silent.

Feng Batian picked up Ah Bao and walked outside.

There was an open area outside the bamboo building with four or five large water vats.

Feng Batian stood in front of the first vat, holding Ah Bao.

Ah Bao’s eyes widened.

[Oh no! Could this bandit leader be planning to drown me?]

[So you’re a big bandit who would kill my sister and now wants to kill me too. Truly, bandits are all the same, wow wow wow—]

Ah Bao immediately began to cry loudly.

Feng Batian was stunned in front of the vat.

The little bundle actually knew that his sister had been killed by bandits.

“Boss,” the large scar-faced man swallowed hard, “shouldn’t you reconsider? After all, this child is still so young…”

To drown a little girl, the large scar-faced man had never done such a cruel thing since becoming a bandit.

“What is there to reconsider? Get lost!” Feng Batian scolded forcefully, bending over to dip some water from the vat.

His rough fingers gently stroked Ah Bao’s face, the movement very tender.

Ah Bao, who was extremely nervous, looked at him with confusion.

[Is Feng Batian… washing my face??]

Feng Batian maintained a stern expression, appearing fierce, but his words were as gentle as water, “Look at how your brother has let you get so dirty. Don’t be afraid, uncle will wash your face for you.”

[Uncle? Are you taking advantage of me?]

[But it’s surprising that a bandit leader has such a delicate heart. Is it because of the tragic death of your sister that seeing someone as cute as me reminds you of old memories?]

Ah Bao relaxed, showing a toothless grin at Feng Batian.

[It’s a pity, as the noble prince of the Feng Kingdom, known for righteousness and loyalty, yet due to a series of misfortunes, you’ve strayed onto the wrong path, becoming a bandit and ruining yourself, ending in a tragic fate.]

Feng Batian’s pupils contracted.

How did this little girl know his true identity?

“Feng Batian!” A furious roar pulled Feng Batian’s thoughts back to reality.

His hand, which was wiping Ah Bao’s face, suddenly stopped.

He looked up to see a youth rushing towards him.

His expression darkened immediately, “It’s you?”

“You actually want to drown my sister. I’m going to fight you!” Di Zian was furious, unable to think clearly.

He had been waiting in the shed for his sister to return, but as soon as Ah Bao was taken away, he panicked.

That was his sister!

What if she was mistreated by the bandits?

He couldn’t stay calm and immediately followed.

Seeing Feng Batian holding Ah Bao by the large vat, clearly intending to drown his sister.

[Brother, I’m not dead. I’m still perfectly fine.]

Di Zian, who had been about to punch Feng Batian, suddenly froze.

In the moment of Di Zian’s hesitation, Feng Batian quickly intercepted his punch.

Di Zian stepped back, his face cold. “Feng Batian, give my sister back to me!”

Feng Batian frowned, the birthmark on his left cheek making him appear particularly sinister.

Di Zian grabbed Ah Bao from his arms, and seeing that she was unharmed, his eyes reddened with emotion. No one could understand how worried he had been for his sister.

“Be good, little sister. Don’t be afraid. I’m here, and I won’t let anyone take you away again.”

Di Zian gently comforted her.

Ah Bao waved her little arms and touched Di Zian’s face, comforting him in return.

[Brother, hug me.]

[Brother, I’m okay. Don’t worry.]

Watching this interaction between the siblings, Feng Batian felt a pang of discomfort in his heart.

In fact, he had a sister too.

But…

“Prince Seven,” Feng Batian’s voice was cold.

Di Zian looked up at him. “You know my identity?”

Feng Batian chuckled, “I know that Prince Seven and Young Master Su are here under the Tyrant Emperor’s orders to eliminate bandits on Mount Taibai.”

As a bandit, he was well-informed, otherwise, he would have been dead many times over by now.

“Since you know my identity, how dare you kidnap me? Are you courting death?”

“Hahaha, if I didn’t kidnap Prince Seven, how would I have a chance to negotiate terms with you?”

Di Zian’s brows furrowed, his handsome face showing a trace of mockery. “What terms do you want to discuss with me?”

“Amnesty decree,” Feng Batian said slowly.

“Impossible!” Di Zian’s eyebrows shot up. “Bandits are a scourge. An amnesty decree would be equivalent to the royal family agreeing not to send troops to eliminate you, leaving innocent civilians at your mercy?”

“I’ll tell you this, Prince Seven. If you don’t want to die, then write the amnesty decree.

You’d better hope that the officials don’t set foot on Mount Taibai. I detest officials the most. If I see any, I’ll have no choice but to perish along with you.”

Feng Batian sneered. “Someone, take Prince Seven back to the shed! Let him think about it.”

After Di Zian and Ah Bao were taken away, the small scar-faced man stepped forward.

“Chief, that youth is Prince Seven. Doesn’t that mean his sister is… the princess?”