If he had truly been nothing but a reckless brute, why would men like Han Qi and Shi Zhen willingly accept him as their leader?
Fang Yuan's gaze narrowed slightly as an even more dangerous thought surfaced.
Perhaps Tu Lie and the other two had been eyeing not merely the commission paid by the merchant guild from the very beginning, but this entire caravan!
Perhaps the last-minute price hike had only been meant to further lower their guard.
Perhaps what had just happened was merely a test—a test of the caravan's true strength!
"Those three have probably had their eyes on this juicy piece of meat for a long time..." Fang Yuan's gaze swept over the luxurious carriage at the center of the convoy, and understanding dawned on him.
Wealth stirred men's hearts, especially when the goods were personally escorted by the Third Master of the Baimao Merchant Guild. Their value was surely extraordinary.
Since Wang Yushuang had treated him fairly enough along the way, Fang Yuan felt it necessary to offer a warning.
Besides, this was also Senior Brother Wang's property. He quickened his pace, approached the carriage, and rapped his knuckles against its wall three times—not too hard, not too softly.
A slender hand lifted one corner of the curtain, revealing Qin Yue's pretty face and questioning expression. "What is it?"
Seeing that it was the maid Qin Yue, Fang Yuan figured telling her would amount to the same thing.
Fang Yuan lowered his voice and spoke slightly faster. "Tu Lie and those other two may have other intentions. Tell your Miss to be extremely careful."
Qin Yue was first taken aback. Then, as though she had heard some joke, she rolled her eyes irritably.
"You can barely save yourself, yet you still have the leisure to worry