Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 611: A Classic Scene Of Bandits

Han Yu tried again, lightly probing from different angles. Each time the result was the same. The array held firm.

Someone inside the carriage was important enough to require defensive formations.

"Someone important perhaps?" Han Yu’s interest sharpened.

He remained silent behind the tree and continued watching.

The driver and the bandits were still arguing. The bandits demanded goods, demanded the passenger come out, demanded cooperation. The driver shouted back that they were making a mistake and that the clan he served would have them hunted down.

Han Yu’s expression remained passive. Until the driver shouted a particular name.

The moment the words left the driver’s mouth Han Yu’s eyes narrowed.

Qing Clan.

He had heard that name too many times during his time impersonating Ju Fan. The Qing Clan was one of the three clans who had historically opposed the Ju Clan. It was a strong clan with thousands of members, and its influence was significant in the Blood Moon Continent.

Now the driver was claiming the carriage belonged to the Qing Clan.

’Interesting.’

Han Yu leaned slightly from behind the tree to get a better look. The bandits laughed at the driver’s threat. One spat on the ground and scoffed. Another shouted that they did not fear Qing Clan or any clan. They were thieves now, and all goods were theirs to take.

The driver trembled and yelled for them to back off, but the bandits closed in further. The mid stage Qi Refining bandit kicked the driver in the chest and knocked him off the carriage seat. The driver landed on the ground with a grunt.

The late stage Qi Refining bandit raised his sword and approached the carriage. He struck the side of the carriage with the flat of his blade, telling the person inside to come out or he would break the door down.

The horses whinnied anxiously.

Han Yu exhaled softly.

Time to intervene.

But not recklessly. Ju Fan’s personality was cold. He could not act like a heroic savior. He needed an excuse that aligned with his persona.

That excuse came immediately.

One of the bandits bragged loudly that even if the person inside was a young master of the Qing Clan, it did not matter. They would strip the carriage clean and sell the person inside if they could.

Han Yu rolled his shoulders.

There it was. A valid justification.

Ju Fan hated the Qing Clan. He had reason to intervene that was in character. Although his real motivation was curiosity and caution, he could mask it easily behind Ju Fan’s historical clan enmity.

Han Yu drew in a calm breath and stepped out from behind the tree.

His presence rippled outward like a silent wave of pressure.

Several bandits froze and looked toward him.

A lone man in blood sect robes walked down the road toward them.

Their expressions changed instantly.

Fear.

Panic.

Recognition.

Han Yu approached slowly, the cold expression of Ju Fan carved naturally onto his face.

He did not speak at all yet, but that was enough to make half the bandits tremble. The Qi Refining bandit leaders gripped their weapons tighter but their hands were slick with sweat.

Han Yu walked closer.

He observed the carriage again. The passenger had not come out. Whoever they were, they might be watching through a tiny slit in the curtains but were otherwise hidden.

The driver on the ground stared at Han Yu with a mixture of hope and terror. Hope because someone strong had arrived. Terror because the robes Han Yu wore were unmistakable.

The robes of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect.

Han Yu lifted his gaze to the bandits.

He had already decided how he would play this.

But the moment of execution had not yet arrived.

Han Yu approached the circle of bandits at an unhurried pace, each step deliberate and heavy with a cold authority. The bandits shifted nervously, weapons trembling lightly in their hands. They had expected easy prey.

They had not expected a disciple of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect to walk directly into their midst.

The driver swallowed hard, unable to decide whether Han Yu’s arrival meant salvation or a new terror. His body trembled as he crawled backward on the dirt, clutching his bruised chest.

The horses neighed loudly and stomped the ground in panic, clearly sensing the killing intent that had started to fill the air.

Han Yu observed the scene calmly and weighed his options. His mind moved quickly. He needed to maintain Ju Fan’s cruel, unpredictable persona. He needed to determine who was inside the carriage. He needed leverage if that person indeed belonged to the Qing Clan.

But he could not reveal his real intentions. The act needed to be flawless.

So he chose the simplest, most expected action for a disciple of the blood sect.

Violence.

He stepped close to the nearest bandit. Before the man could even raise his rusty dagger, Han Yu’s hand flashed. His halberd appeared in his grip in the blink of an eye. A bright arc of crimson light swept through the air.

SHING

THUD

The bandit’s head separated cleanly from his body.

A spray of blood shot upward like a fountain, drenching the dirt and splattering across the legs of the horses. The head landed with a dull thud several feet away. The body remained standing for half a heartbeat, then toppled sideways.

The group of bandits froze.

For one silent second, none of them moved. All they could do was stare.

Then Han Yu shifted his stance, pivoting his heel, and launched a savage kick into the chest of the next closest bandit.

BAM

The force was overwhelming. The man’s eyes bulged, and he flew backward like a broken doll. He slammed into the side of the carriage with a deafening crack. His ribcage collapsed inward, leaving a grotesque dent.

The entire carriage rocked violently from the impact.

Several bandits dropped their weapons in terror. Others stumbled backward, pale and shaking. Even the two higher ranked bandit leaders were breathing hard now.