After leaving the injured soldiers' tent, Jiang Shaohua went to the place where the female bandits were held.
Eight female bandits, differing in height, weight, and age, were tied up hand and foot, unable to move, lying in disarray like pigs awaiting slaughter.
As soon as Jiang Shaohua appeared, her noble bearing was overwhelming, her calmness and sharpness beyond her age hinting at her extraordinary identity.
The female bandits had their mouths stuffed, unable to speak, their eyes filled with pleading expressions. One of them, with a particularly strong will to live, struggled to writhe, lay flat on the ground, and crawled laboriously to Jiang Shaohua's feet, suddenly kowtowing.
Jiang Shaohua's brows were stern as her gaze swept over.
