Ma Hongjun was right. He had indeed left home more than a month ago. If he had not been delayed along the way, he would truly have arrived in Wen'an City before Oscar.
After leaving home, Ma Hongjun first walked to a small county town near his hometown, then boarded a westbound carriage. According to his plan, he only needed to change carriages four or five times to leisurely reach Wen'an City.
Because he shared the carriage with many ordinary people, the cost was not high. Crossing over a thousand kilometers of the Douluo Continent only cost a dozen or so Silver Soul Coins.
However, after Ma Hongjun had changed carriages three times and was still more than three hundred kilometers from Wen'an City, their path was suddenly blocked by over a hundred people on a mountain road.
These people held broad sabers of uniform design, their blades gleaming with silver light. Their sharpness was easy to imagine.
A steel blade was held to the driver's neck. Trembling, he climbed down from the carriage and cautiously said, "Good sirs, I'm only an ordinary driver. Please show mercy."
"Shut up." The leader surrounded by the crowd snorted coldly. "Say one more word of nonsense, and I'll have your head rolling."
The driver became even more frightened, trembling all over. If his terrified knees had not refused to bend, he would likely have collapsed to the ground already.
The others in the convoy were not much better off than the driver. Clutching their personal bundles like a flock of quails, they did not even dare raise their heads under the bandits' steel blades.
Although Ma Hongjun intended to slaughter this entire group on the spot, a mischievous impulse suddenly arose in him. Wanting to play the pig to eat the tiger, he