"Scar Brother, I don't think you need to worry."
One of the bandits shouted, "Those students are all unarmed, while we're loaded to the teeth. No matter how skilled they are, they'll be dead before they even get near us. What's there to be afraid of?"
"Exactly. Baldy and the others must have gotten too close because they let their guard down."
"As long as we attack from a distance, no matter how good their martial arts are, they can't exactly bite us. Their arms aren't that long."
"That's right. We've got a sharpshooter here, too. He can take out an enemy from five kilometers away. If there's any danger, one shot to the head will take care of it. We're perfectly safe."
The bandits started shouting, completely unafraid and not taking the matter seriously at all.
The Scarface man had said they should be cautious, but he hadn't taken the students seriously either. After all, they were all bandits with the strength of Martial Apprentice Eighth Heaven, or even Ninth Heaven. They could kill those students with their bare hands.
And they had grenades, laser firearms, and other weapons, too. If they still couldn't kill the students with all that, they might as well smash their heads against a block of tofu and end it all, rather than waste food.
Still, he had to say the right thing. In a low voice, he said, "Anyway, the boss warned us. This time, we absolutely cannot let our guard down. We must make sure those students can't fight back before we approach them."
"If any of you die because you weren't careful, don't blame me."
His tone was stern.
"Don't worry, Scar Brother. I'll go shoot their arms and legs off one by one. Then they won't be a threat to