Evelyn Ford picked up the shotgun and checked it—still loaded. The long knife was also razor-sharp. 'They came prepared.'
"How many of them were there?"
"Five. And they had this."
Ronan Kendrick pulled a few bamboo tubes from his pocket. When Evelyn Ford smelled what was inside, her expression darkened.
"It's a knockout agent. Looks like these bandits are seasoned criminals; this isn't their first time."
"I've dealt with them," Ronan Kendrick said, wiping his dagger clean. "Wake everyone up. We should leave now. There are probably more bandits in these mountains." He glanced at the sky outside. Snow was still falling, and blasts of cold air swept in.
Evelyn Ford stepped out of the wagon and woke Quincy and the others.
"What's going on?"
Evelyn didn't explain. "Light the torches. We leave in ten minutes."
Seeing her serious expression, the others didn't ask any more questions. They immediately got up and packed. The group was ready to move in just five minutes.
