Then, a few bandit soldiers escorted the three women into a tent at the edge of the camp.
The surrounding refugees took in this scene, looking at Zhao Douan with glances of either sympathy or disdain.
...
Once they were far away, Han Zhao whispered:
"Mr. Zhao, are you planning to take action?"
Zhao Douan nodded, his gaze cold:
"Rest assured, with our strength, unless the Heavenly Human steps in, and as long as we don't get caught in an army, no one in Yunfu can stop us. Shall we proceed? Would you mind joining forces with me to eliminate those Liao people?"
He gestured with his eyes to a group of dozens of Liao Clan warriors near the flying boat further away in the camp.
Han Zhao chuckled: "Half each."
"Alright."
The two spoke as they left the camp, heading toward the flying boat.
"What are you doing?"
A few bandit soldiers noticed them. Zhao Douan merely glanced at them, and they immediately fell to the ground, lifeless.
"Gibberish..."
