"Check the situation, don't act rashly," Chen Yang reminded Tu Qi, then looked ahead.
He saw thirty people surrounding their caravan, and a scar-faced man with a nine-ring broadsword stepped forward with a cold smile.
"Heh, our guys have been squatting here for three days and nights, and finally caught a fat sheep. The effort these past few days wasn't in vain," Scarface laughed.
"Haha, isn't that right, big bro. You're the best, knowing someone would pass through here."
"Big bro, with so many resources, we can comfortably cultivate for a while."
…
The group of bandits was extremely excited.
From their words, it was not difficult to tell they had been ambushing here for a long time.
And hearing their words, the boss and the head guard's already gloomy faces turned even more grim.
Because if the bandits could wait so long, it meant today's matter wouldn't be easily resolved.
