บท 50: I personally witnessed 50

Hunger tormented his stomach, making the man lying in the street corner, who looked like a beggar, suffer immensely. He struggled to stand up from the ground, his eyes filled with a sinister glow of hatred.

He should not be so disheveled, not supposed to be like a beggar, watching dignified people drinking fragrant ale in the taverns around the bustling streets.

If it wasn't for that accident, he should still be in the Vicious Forest, living the good life with his few accomplices.

But that night, the sound of gunfire, as if coming from the abyss, screamed like the howl of the devil, echoing in his ears, not fading in the slightest even now.

It was a terrifying sight! His strong companions fell one after another to the sound of gunfire, and a vicious band of thieves that had settled in the Vicious Forest was exterminated in an instant.

The Vicious Forest is not a paradise, but a hell! Without accomplices, bandits are basically the targets of other bandit groups' robberies.