"Brother Yan, I've heard of those two. They're greedy beyond measure, no good birds at all!
Once these things fall into their hands, I'm afraid they'll line their own pockets and divide up most of it in private. How will our villagers ever recover our losses then?"
A villager walked up beside Yan Shuangfei and spoke softly.
"That's right, Brother Yan. We have to get our village's own things back first. Once they take them away, we won't even have anywhere to demand them from."
"We killed these bandits, and we took these things back. Why should they be the ones handling them?"
Several other young hunters also began shouting one after another.
By then, villagers from several other villages had all arrived at the mountain stronghold. Looking at the heaps of goods, every one of them had red-rimmed eyes.
There were shares belonging to them among those things, along with what had been stolen from them before. They were all the fruits of their blood and sweat!
"My lord, have you finished registering everything? If you have, please return my family's things to me!" A villager from a village neighboring Lanxi Village stepped forward and pleaded.
"You bastard, what are you saying? Once these things have been registered, they must all be transported to the county office and put into storage, then arranged uniformly by our County Magistrate.
You'll naturally be notified when it's time for you to collect them!" Zhan Xiongfei said impatiently.
"Get the hell out of the way! Don't stand here getting in the way!" a bailiff shouted, patting the steel knife at his waist.
The man's face changed, and he retreated fearfully, though his eyes were filled with unwillingness.
When Yan Shuangfei saw this scene, his gaze immediately turned cold.
It seemed the decision he