Fang Zhen didn't turn around immediately. His eyes remained fixed on the fat Mercenary as he called out loudly, "Leon, what is it?"
"Sir, there's someone over here who's about to die! He's not a Mercenary, it's... Max!"
Leon's voice called out.
Fang Zhen's brow twitched.
'Max?'
'The same Max from the Redstone Inn, the one who gave me all that information?'
'What's he doing here?'
Fang Zhen glanced at the fat Mercenary, an answer already forming in his mind.
He turned his head and spotted a coil of rope on the hip of a dead Mercenary.
Fang Zhen walked over, picked up the rope from the dead man, and returned to the fat Mercenary's side.
"Against the tree. Do it yourself," Fang Zhen said.
Pale from fear and blood loss, the fat Mercenary didn't dare disobey. He trembled as he shuffled over to a large nearby tree and leaned against it.
Fang Zhen tied a knot with the rope, binding the fat Mercenary to the tree.
He tied the knot skillfully; it would be impossible to break free.
