Better to Make Them Beg Us

Red Gaitian's crimson brows rose. "Warming yourselves by the fire and chatting?" He looked once more in the direction they had come from. Indeed, no one was pursuing them anymore. He made a gesture, signaling his men to spread out and stand guard around them, then cast a cold sidelong glance at the shifty-looking man beside him.

The look seemed to say: Didn't you say there was an ambush and tell us to run? What was this?

The shifty-looking man understood what he meant. How could he admit defeat so easily? He immediately retorted to Niu Youdao, "Warming yourselves by the fire and chatting? There wasn't a single soul beside that bonfire!"

Niu Youdao pointed at himself, then at Yun Ji and her son, as well as Wu Zhaoxing. "Aren't we people?"

The shifty-looking man said, "Cut that out. Does anyone build such a huge fire just to warm themselves and chat? Are you warming yourselves, or roasting people? You're practically setting the mountain on fire!"

After being stifled for so long, Niu Youdao was in high spirits upon seeing these people, and even his tone turned brisk. He cupped his hands and asked, "May I ask this brother's honored name?"

The shifty-looking man puffed out his chest and raised his head. "Lord Su!"

Was that his name, or was he trying to take advantage of him? Niu Youdao looked him up and down, then said cheerfully, "A fine name!"

Lord Su waved a hand. "Don't change the subject. You clearly weren't warming yourselves by the fire and chatting!"

Niu Youdao shook his head. "That isn't important. What's important is that I felt like old friends at first sight with all of you."

Lord Su said, "How is that not important? I suspect you're up to no good!"

He insisted