Chapitre 196: Mentalist.

Yang Dao's cold voice sent a chill down the spine of the bandit leader. The guy still tried to play it hard though, "Even if we all die, what makes you so sure that you can still stay alive."

The boy smiled and said in a low voice, "Your people only have ten real guns the rest are life-like imitations." 

Under the helmet, a pair of cold sharp eyes enlarged. The person could not believe how the guy found out but what he said was true indeed. Among fifty people only ten held real guns and bullets the rest held dummies. 

One more thing was clear to the bandit leader, that this guy did not want to kill unabashedly. Taking the mercifulness into account the guy said, "I agree, let my people go and I follow you."