The two of them quickly entered the alley, pretending to be looking for something, but in fact, they were carefully setting up the battlefield.
Sure enough, moments later, four figures appeared at the entrance of the alley, spreading out in a fan shape, blocking the only exit.
Moonlight shone from behind them, casting four sinister shadows on the ground, slowly extending towards Ron and Andre.
"Looks like our luck is good today." The leading half-beastman let out a low growl, his voice as jarring as a saw scraping over metal: "Two fat lambs have walked right into the wolves' den."
He bared his bloody mouth, revealing a row of knife-sharp teeth: "I heard you've got quite a few nice things. Hand them over, and maybe you'll get to keep your lives."
"We're just ordinary travelers passing through."
The hooded boy was somewhat frightened, his voice even trembling slightly, but his feet were quietly closing the distance:
"We don't have anything valuable on us. Please let us go."
