Chapter 4999: Difficult Little Brats Chai San glanced at the ensnared figures, a smile spreading across his face. “Chai San, if you release them now and get out of my sight, I’ll pretend this never happened. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being impolite!” Song Lingbo’s voice was calm yet firm. “Heh, Culinary God Song, don’t you want them to be safe?” He laughed with confidence, his gaze shifting from the trapped figures to Song Lingbo. “I know Culinary God Song’s skills are formidable, and his knife work is nothing short of divine. If we faced you directly, even with our numbers, we’d struggle to match you. But with these people in my hands, unless Culinary God Song doesn’t want them to live, it’s best we talk.” “Negotiate? Hmph! What exactly do you want to negotiate?” Song Lingbo snorted coldly. Lost in thought, he glanced toward the three children, their faces serene. The urgency between his brows gradually faded. We’ve heard that what Culinary God Song creates is akin to an alchemist’s medicinal pills. Our request is simple: we want Culinary God Song to concoct something that can enhance our abilities. If Culinary God Song agrees, I, Chai, will naturally spare these children. If not… well…” As the dagger sliced through the net, Hao’er and the other two, along with the two Jingwei and Mi’er, leapt free. Simultaneously, a cold voice emerged from Hao’er’s mouth. “And if not, then what?” The words barely left his lips when he lunged at Chai San with the dagger in his hand. His speed was like a shadow streaking past, leaving no time to react. Whoosh! A sharp blade of air sliced through the air, a bone-chilling aura carrying a cold, murderous intent. Chai San whipped his head around just in time to see a flash of cold steel streaking toward his throat. The overwhelming killing intent made him dodge without hesitation, narrowly avoiding the fatal strike. The blade, having missed his throat, twisted mid-air and slammed down into his shoulder. “Gah! Aah!” Agony surged through him as blood spurted forth. His instinctive cry of pain erupted as he raised his palm to strike. Nearby, Song Lingbo immediately stepped forward, grabbing Hao’er by the collar and pulling him behind her. Simultaneously, she gathered spirit energy in one hand to meet Chai San’s palm strike. “Boom!” The palms collided, unleashing a powerful blast of air that rippled outward from their contact points. Wind blades surged through the air. In that split second, both sides snapped out of their shock and swiftly launched attacks at each other, igniting a chaotic melee! “Damn it! That brat!” One mercenary had initially dismissed him as just a child, planning to deal with him first. But now he found the brat’s moves sharp and deadly, striking with lethal intent from the start. The mercenary was forced into a panicked retreat, step by step. “Brat? I’m more than capable of killing you!” Muchen snorted coldly. Holding his dagger, he lunged forward at Du Qing’s side, aiming for the man’s vital points. Meanwhile, Yue’er’s agile form leapt, evading several mercenaries’ attacks. She then swept her dagger horizontally at their lower bodies. Her small figure darted swiftly past them, and as she flashed by, the dagger in her hand would inevitably slash at their legs. “Sss!” “Ah!” “My leg!” “Damn it! If I catch you, brat!” The mercenaries gasped in pain, trying to grab the tiny figure. But instead of catching her, each one ended up with wounded legs.