After Yue Feng left, Yue Yuna suddenly asked, "Sir, what do you think of this Yue Feng?"
Zhou Yan gave Yue Yuna a strange look, then swiftly withdrew his gaze and replied casually, "I have only met him once. I do not know him well enough to judge."
He was merely a retained guest; to put it bluntly, a hired fighter. Why ask him about such matters?
Yue Yuna chuckled softly upon hearing this and asked no further questions, merely turning to look outside.
Yet deep in her eyes, there seemed to be a trace of delight.
"May I ask which chief has come? This is the Yue Family convoy, escorting an honored person south. It is not something the likes of you can offend." Yue Feng held a spear in each hand and shouted toward the horse bandits beyond the camp.
Before long, the horse bandit leader urged his horse several paces forward and emerged.
The horse bandit leader was a middle-aged man with a face full of thick whiskers and a sturdy physique—the very picture of a standard horse bandit chief.
He burst into laughter and shouted, "I know it is the Yue Family convoy. So what? The imperial court has already collapsed. Even county princesses have been played by me, much less a mere Yue Family..."
"If you know what is good for you, put down your weapons and hand over your money and women. I may yet spare your lives..."
"Otherwise, the bullets in my gun do not recognize people..."
The other horse bandits also began shrieking and howling, creating quite a formidable display.
Yue Feng's face was filled with fury as he shouted, "Insolence! Do not fail to appreciate kindness. We have five to six hundred armed men here, along with a solid camp.