Chapter 580: Chapter 4 Contemplation_3

Winters's motion halted, and he released the rosacea-nosed bandit, tossing the military saber back to Vashka.

"Thank you! Thank you, my lord!" The rosacea-nosed bandit did not care about the filth on the ground, desperately trying to kiss Winters's boots, "I will do anything for you! I'll be your ox, your horse! I..."

Winters kicked fiercely, his iron-plated boot tip shattering the bandit's jaw.

…

The threshing floor of Saint Giles Valley Village had become an impromptu execution ground.

All the villagers were present.

Men and women alike, each face etched with sadness.

The parents who had lost their daughter wept and cursed, yearning for justice.

During extraordinary times, procedures were simplified.

After the accusations and trials, came the execution.

The rosacea-nosed bandit was tied to a millstone.

Winters lifted a wagon wheel high and slammed it down on the bandit's left arm.

Along with the sound of breaking bones, the bandit's left arm bent at an unnatural angle.