Feng Bujue stopped in front of Hank. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't speak immediately; he was thinking.

Hank looked at the "outsider" with a terrified expression, completely unable to guess what the other party was up to. Feng Bujue's brief silence had become a kind of invisible pressure.

After about thirty seconds, Feng Bujue took out his pistol from his satchel and asked, "Do you know what this is?"

Hank shook his head.

"This is a weapon that was popular in the twentieth and twenty-first centuries," Feng Bujue said. "You should know what the word 'weapon' means, right?"

Hank nodded and said, "I know... but... what is a... century?"

Feng Bujue thought to himself: They don't even have that concept... Looks like they've been thoroughly enslaved.

He kept a straight face and continued, "In other words, it's a weapon that people used about four or five hundred years ago."

Hank asked timidly, "Why... are you telling me this?"

Feng Bujue sneered. "Mainly to give you an idea of what this thing is." As he spoke, he pointed to the muzzle. "As long as I move my finger, something called a bullet will fly out of here. It flies faster than an object launched by an anti-gravity catapult. If it's used to attack humans..." He began to scare Hank. "If it hits the head, the brain will explode. If it hits the body, the internal organs will be crushed. If it hits the limbs, that limb will lose its ability to move and bleed profusely..." He put on a terrifying expression, like a psychopath barely suppressing his desire to kill.

Facial expressions are an international language, and also a cross-generational one. Even if two people are a thousand years apart, they can still understand joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness written on the face, so Feng Bujue successfully scared the other party.

At this point, he suddenly stopped talking about the pistol and asked, "How many people are there in your village in total?"

"This... Why are you asking this?" Hank retorted nervously.

"What's wrong? You don't want to tell me?" Feng Bujue laughed. "Are you afraid I'll use this gun against them?" He asked knowingly, first displaying a weapon that the other party didn't understand at all, and then immediately asking about the population. Anyone would think that way.

"I... Our village has ten thousand people!" Hank seemed to have mustered his courage and replied in a louder voice.

"Is that so... Heh..." Feng Bujue laughed in a relaxed tone as he waved the pistol in front of Hank. "According to the automatic navigation, we'll reach your village in about twenty minutes. From what I've observed, your village is quite hostile to outsiders..." He paused, then continued, "If they attack us as soon as they see us... I have a thousand bullets in this pistol. Even if my hit rate is only sixty or seventy percent, how many people do you think will die in your village?"

Kuang Zong Jian Ying in the distance almost fell off his chair when he heard this. He thought to himself: This kid really dares to bluff. A pistol with a thousand bullets? Where would you store them? A dimensional pocket? Besides, with the firing rate of a pistol, even if you really had a thousand bullets and your arm and hand could hold up, it would take almost half an hour to fire a thousand shots. Would the people in the village line up one by one for you to kill them?

"No... Please, don't kill the people in the village!" Hank pleaded. "We only have five thousand people in our village..."

"Hey! He actually believed it!" Kuang Zong Jian Ying exclaimed inwardly, but on the surface, he pretended to be calm, turned his back to the two of them, and continued to stare blankly in the passenger seat.

"I can promise you not to kill anyone," Feng Bujue said. "But you have to cooperate with us."

"Okay... Okay... What do you want me to do?" Hank said, trembling.

"Look, Hank," Feng Bujue's tone became quite sincere again. This was the so-called combination of coercion and persuasion. "No matter what prejudices you have against 'outsiders,' you should have seen that my friend and I aren't the kind of people who are particularly bloodthirsty. Even though you attacked us with a catapult first, we didn't kill you, right?"

Hank nodded.

Kuang Zong Jian Ying was shaking his head at this moment, muttering in a low voice: "Although he didn't kill him, the death threats are constantly escalating..."

"We just want to take a look at your village and then leave," Feng Bujue continued. "Don't worry, this isn't a reconnaissance mission. There won't be an 'outsider army' coming to attack you later. We're just travelers, simply curious to see your village."

Hank was skeptical of these words. He did think that the possibility of the so-called "outsider army" existing was small, but he wouldn't believe it if he said that these two were just going to visit the village.

"However... your village is obviously very xenophobic, with deeply rooted misunderstandings about humans outside the village," Feng Bujue said, while observing Hank's expression. "Under normal circumstances, I think anyone in your village would kill us without asking why. There's no chance for communication at all." He shook his head. "Once a conflict breaks out, you should know the result." He raised his hand and pointed his thumb at Kuang Zong Jian Ying behind him. "I guarantee that my friend can kill more than a thousand of you with just cold weapons."

Kuang Zong Jian Ying finally couldn't help but turn his head and complain, "Do you think this is Dynasty Warriors or something?"

Anyway, Hank couldn't understand what he was saying. Feng Bujue seized the opportunity and said with a solemn expression, "What he means is that killing a thousand people is as easy for him as harvesting crops."

Hank was already covered in cold sweat. Hearing these words, the scene of Kuang Zong Jian Ying appearing in front of him like a ghost flashed before his eyes again, making him even more convinced of the village priest's teachings: Outsiders are devils, powerful, cunning, and good at bewitching people's hearts. No matter how harmless, pitiful, or even beautiful they look on the surface, they must be killed without hesitation, and they shouldn't even be given a chance to speak.

Feng Bujue's words continued: "Believe me, I don't want to see that kind of situation happen either, just like you." He patted Hank on the shoulder with one hand. "As long as you follow my plan and take us into the village, I guarantee that I won't hurt anyone. My friend and I will only stay in your village for a few hours at most, and then we'll leave. After that, you'll be free. You can do whatever you want. You can even call people to hunt us down immediately." He paused for two seconds, looked at the change in Hank's expression, and then added, "You may not believe what I'm saying right now, but you have to weigh the consequences of not cooperating." He turned around, a sneer on his lips. "There's not much time left. If you take too long to consider, the Sand Shark will reach its destination. At that time... we can only play it by ear and enter by force..."