Curse The Mainframe! 452 Taking Over

The bandits got a good look at the people who had barged into their s.p.a.ce, and their faces darkened immediately. They clearly weren't thinking properly.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"You better be obedient if you want to continue to live!"

"Don't think that just because you have a rich daddy, you can do whatever you want around here!"

Andrew looked at them disdainfully his lips curling up into a mocking sneer, which just infuriated them even more.

"You want to look down on us, huh? Why don't you check who you're looking down on first?"

As he spoke, the bandit charged up to the two with his knife brandished.

"Watch as this daddy takes care of all of them!"

The bandit had a savage grin on his face, as if he were about to take a bite out of this fat piece of meat in front of him. He was relatively strong, at the advanced stage.

Behind him, there were several bandits who had looks on their faces that said they were looking at two fish on the chopping block, just waiting to be killed. They seemed to believe that 

On the other hand, a few of the smarter bandits hung further behind, a feeling of apprehension coming over them.

For some reason, things just didn't seem quite right.

Would someone who had been kidnapped by them for ransom act like this in such a brazen manner? Why would they charge into their base instead of stealthily running away if they didn't have the strength to go against them?

Thinking up to this point, they were scared by their own thoughts. Could they have kicked an iron plate today?

Just as they were thinking about it deeper and deciding whether or not they should take the split second to run, the bandit that had sent himself to Andrew's doorstep had already been slain.

His entire head slid off his neck, and his body collapsed on the ground just in front of Andrew. 

Blood spurted out from the bandit's neck, painting Andrew's face red. The man chuckled, and it sounded so sinister in the bandit's ears.

"I love the colour red," the man said smilingly.

The bandits paled and looked at the man with a horrified expression.

Many of them in the front looked at each other. The man that had charged up just now… had been their fearless leader. Now, their leader was dead so quickly… what should they do?

But those who had their brain not working at the shocking sight quickly rallied up with just a few words from the back.

"I don't believe that so many of us can't take him down!"

"Brothers, charge!"

"Go, go, go! There's only two of them!"

Andrew grinned widely at the bunch of men who were charging at him, a sneer painted on his face. He looked like he was enjoying himself a lot, which left Lance speechless.

Lance noticed that the few men who had rallied up the others in the front were quickly trying to slip away while Andrew's attention was on those who had charged up at him with knives and other things.

Lance inwardly raised a brow. Seems that those people weren't as stupid as the rest. In that case, regarding Andrew's plan on taking over control of the bandits, they could likely use them.

People like this who abandoned their comrades without a second thought weren't good people, but they could be controlled, which was exactly what Andrew wanted.

While the veteran was playing around, Lance darted over and closed the other exit, stopping the few men in their tracks.

Their faces changed at his sudden appearance.

"What do you want? Quickly move out of the way!"

The few bandits pretended to attack Lance, planning on just slipping past him and running away, but they miscalculated.

The moment they took a step forward, Lance had already knocked them down to the ground, planting a foot on them.

This shocked them.

They thought that Andrew was a guard that had been hired by this young master to protect him, but who knew that the strength of this supposedly helpless young master was so great?

Even though some of the bandits who had been trying to run away were quite weak, there were a few who were in the early advanced stage, which had allowed them to run rampant.

This time, they had truly offended someone whom they could not deal with.

It made them bitter.

"We surrender," they said quickly. They had already weighed the pros and cons instantly from the moment that Lance took them down without a problem.

With the added Andrew at the side who was still playing around, they didn't have a chance at all.

Lance blinked and didn't say anything. Because he was silent, the bandits didn't dare to say anything either.

It took another five minutes before Andrew grew tired of playing around. He dusted off his hands and walked over to Lance casually.

Andrew looked at Lance appraisingly. The newbie did better than he expected. He actually thought that the newbie would have lost a few bandits and allowed them to escape, but the strength of Lance was stronger than he thought, and his mind seemed to work rather quickly.

"Good job. Now round up the bandits."

Lance nodded.

He prodded the bandit he had planted his foot on in the side, causing the bandit to flinch.

"Go gather everyone up."

The bandit quickly clambered up from the ground, not caring about the flares and aches in his body at all. As long as he was alive, he didn't mind doing anything.

After all, it wasn't like they could win in a fight against the two of them.

The bandits who were still alive had already cautiously appraised the two as Meister or higher, so they didn't have any arrogance left.

A raggedy group stood in front of Lance and Andrew. There were only about a hundred of them left.

They had been a group of about three hundred earlier, and their base had been rather packed.

There were long tables and other things that had been overturned in the fight, and the place looked like a mess.

"I'm your leader now," Andrew said lazily. "This guy here is also your leader. Now, does anyone have any objections?"

The bandits wanted to cry as they nursed their wounds, but they didn't have any tears left. Asking such a thing… wasn't he just rubbing salt in their wounds?

Would they still dare to resist?

Most of them adapted quickly. After all, their compet.i.tion was usually cutthroat, and Andrew's style of fighting previously had been even fiercer than their old leader.

"No, boss!"

The moment the first person shouted it the words were quickly echoed by the bandits around him.

Lance had to stop his lip from curling in distaste.

Bandits really had no principles… but he had to say. They were quite smart, knowing that they were outmatched.

Lance didn't have many feelings for them. He just wondered how they were going to be useful.

"Okay, listen up. What you're going to do is rob all the people who come out of the city."

Andrew's words shocked everyone there.