The bandits on the nearby mountains reaped a great harvest after a night of raiding.
For three years they lay low, and now one strike would feed them for three years. This time, the loot would let them live leisurely for quite some time.
However, this time was different from before; the cost was too great.
Forty people died, and no one knew who killed them—forty people, nearly half of them gone.
This loss amounted to the heaviest toll they had suffered from their relentless raids across several nearby towns.
This scoundrel must be found and torn to pieces no matter what.
Slap!
The leader of this group of bandits, a burly man with a full beard, took a harsh swig of his wine and angrily pointed at everyone: "Find out right away who killed so many people."
Several others drinking responded in agreement: "Boss, don't worry, Qingyun Town is so small, we will find him for sure."
"But, boss, everyone's saying it was that fool from the Yang Family. Could it really be him?"
Slap!
