"Can I help you two?"
Seventeen or eighteen men jumped down from the carriages, each pulling a long knife or club from one of them. Their faces were dark, and cruel smiles played at the corners of their mouths.
Their eyes swept back and forth between Lin Qing and Mei Terumi. Their lust was especially hard to miss when they looked at Mei Terumi.
As their three carriages came to a stop, another thirty or forty people stumbled up from behind.
However, every one of them had their hands bound with rope, strung together and dragged behind the carriages.
Lin Qing sat on his horse, his expression calm. But Mei Terumi, who knew him well, could tell that his anger was quietly smoldering.
"These..."
Lin Qing pointed at the woman with blood running down her forehead, then at the men and women who had been dragged there in chains. He asked earnestly,
"Is this the 'fairness' you're fighting for?"
At Lin Qing's question, the shirtless bandit who had been gripping the woman by her hair immediately lost his temper.
His lust had already gotten the better of him, and Lin Qing had interrupted his fun. His desire turned to anger. He pulled a hand axe from his waist, hurled it at Lin Qing, and shouted,
"Kid! Didn't your parents teach you not to answer a question with another question?"
The hand axe spun through the air with a whoosh.
The bandits watched with excitement, as if they could already picture Lin Qing getting his head chopped off, then taking the chance to enjoy Mei Terumi.
Then the axe stopped in midair, and—
Boom!
A deafening crash rang out. The ground trembled, and many of the bandits lost their footing and fell flat on their backsides.
A few drops of scalding