Even the bandit chief had not expected to become the center of attention.
He glanced at Qi Shan, who had spoken, and vaguely felt that the man looked familiar. It was only when he saw Shen Tang beside Qi Shan that he suddenly remembered.
Wasn't this the scholar who had rescued the "Gong Clan fugitive" that day?
Truly, enemies were bound to meet on a narrow road.
The bandit chief cursed inwardly, then said expressionlessly, "That is indeed me. As for the reason behind it, it is truly a long story."
Shen Tang was curious. "What kind of 'long story' could make someone with such a bright future, someone who ate from the public purse, choose to take to the hills?"
She was clearly determined to get to the bottom of it and satisfy her curiosity.
The bandit chief, whose scars had just been torn open: "..."
Before he could speak, Shen Tang raised a hand and pointed toward the camp. "This is not the place to talk. Let's go there."
The commotion earlier had not been small. No matter how deeply the camp's riffraff had slept, they had all woken up. They had thought they would have to fight the bandits tooth and nail to reclaim their lives, but who could have known that by the time their sleepiness had faded, the battle was already over? Shen Tang unceremoniously ordered them to get to work.
What work?
The bandits' corpses had to be buried, did they not?
The bandit underlings who still had a breath left had to be guarded together, did they not?
The last few uninjured captives had to be tied up, did they not?
If the riffraff did not do this work, who would?
Qi Shan's expression grew increasingly subtle.
"What is the matter with these