A Strange Plea for Help

When Feng Jun lost his temper, Jia Xingwang was stunned instead.

Only then did he realize that the other man was an outsider of unknown origins—and a lone traveler at that.

In this world, anyone who dared travel alone was usually not someone to be trifled with. Traveling alone near a village was nothing much, but having the nerve to travel alone into other territories required real skill.

That was precisely why the people of Little Lake Village had never treated Feng Jun very warmly.

If he had been traveling with a group of ten or so people, including not only sturdy young men but also elderly people, women, and children, the villagers would not have been so cold toward him.

Feng Jun's appearance really did fit the profile of a bandit scout.

Jia Xingwang was now wondering, Could this guy really be someone who makes his living at swordpoint?

Hearing the other man threaten to slaughter his whole family, he desperately wanted to lash out. As the village chief's son, when had he ever endured such humiliation?

But he truly did not dare, because Lang Damei was taking the other man's side.

Little Lake Village had quite a few strong young men, but aside from Jia Xingwang's cousin, who could barely fight Lang Damei to a draw, no one could beat her. Not to mention Lang Damei's father, Lang Zhen, was the strongest martial artist in the village.

Old Lang was already getting on in years, but he had once worked for an escort agency in the prefectural city and had even earned himself the nickname "Lone Wolf." Even with one hand missing, none of the village youths dared show him disrespect.

If the Lang Family intended to protect this man, most villagers would only stand aside and watch