He suddenly raised his head. A decisive, vicious gleam flashed through his eyes, and his voice was slow and heavy, yet carried an unquestionable force that reached every ear clearly:
"Good! Fang Family Village can be hit!"
The moment those words left his mouth, the deathly still atmosphere sprang to life. Light rekindled in many eyes.
But then his tone shifted, turning even colder:
"But not the way you idiots are thinking—rushing in headfirst and looting like mad! Fang Family Village isn't some little place like Little Wang Village. Mess around recklessly, and you're courting death!"
He rose to his feet and began issuing orders, displaying the planning ability of a leader:
"Monkey!" he called to the lean, wiry scout.
"Tomorrow morning, sneak into Fang Family Village and get the full picture for me! Where does that kid who struck it rich live? How many people are in his household?
When are the men away? Where are the wealthy households in the village located? How many hunters are there, how many bows? How many routes in and out? Find it all out!"
"Yes, Boss!" Monkey the scout immediately answered.
The young leader swept his gaze across the crowd.
"The rest of you, rest up and sharpen your weapons! Without my orders, no one acts on their own, and no one leaks a word!
Once Monkey has the information, we'll settle on a plan. If we do this, we do it cleanly and finish fast! Once we've taken the loot, we leave immediately—no lingering!"
At last, he added coldly, his gaze fixed especially on those outside his inner circle:
"Whoever can't keep their hands, feet, or mouths under control and ruins this... don't blame the blade in my hand for not knowing friend from foe!"
"Yes, Boss!" the men roared their