Outside Great Green Mountain, behind a small hillside, more than a hundred Yinlings carrying sabers and swords gathered in groups of three or five.
"Listen up. We're here to collect tolls today, not risk our lives fighting people. Without my orders, no one is allowed to act on their own."
"If you act recklessly and get yourselves killed, don't blame me for not warning you beforehand." The Fat Leader, his face covered in flesh, shouted loudly.
"What if those merchant caravans refuse to pay?" someone in the crowd could not help asking.
"They refuse?!" The Fat Leader's face twisted as he waddled through the crowd with his huge belly. "Then... let them refuse. You planning to rob them or something? Got a death wish?"
He looked utterly unconcerned. "When we get back to Qingshan City, just say they ran too fast and you couldn't catch them."
"We're the Green Mountain Giant Bandits. Isn't that kind of cowardly..." someone muttered softly.
"Cowardly? Heh heh. Everything you steal has to be handed over anyway. You only get paid that little each month, so why the hell are you risking your life?" The Fat Leader eyed the Yinling who had spoken.
On the other side of the hill, Chen Mu, who had been hiding for quite a while, wore a strange expression.
These bandits had a rather peculiar way of thinking...
This was already the second day since he had left the Small Hill Hollow.
Having decided to head for Qingyang City, he did not delay. He moved the entire thatched cottage into Thousand Lantern City and set off that very day.
Following the directions given by the two Yinlings, one tall and one short, Chen Mu found this bandit stronghold. He had originally planned to capture a group of vicious bandits and