At those words, a middle-aged steward stepped out from among the convoy's escorts.
"Money to spare our lives?"
"You'd have to be able to swallow it first!"
He snorted and looked at the bandits across from him with disdain.
Their ranks were loose, and their bodies held not a shred of strength.
This was no ordinary escort convoy.
"You're courting death!"
The one-eyed man opposite him flew into a rage.
"Men, kill them!"
"That fellow's probably cannon fodder they sent out to charge first."
"I have a trace of precognitive talent. The real big one inside White Tiger Mountain hasn't come out yet. Everyone, be careful and don't get bogged down in a fight."
The convoy had more than sixty people.
Besides the thirty-odd mission participants, it had over thirty escorts of its own.
Any ordinary bandits who wanted to take them head-on had better ask themselves whether they could stomach the attempt.
Clearly, neither the one-eyed man nor the bandits behind him had expected this escort convoy to be anything but simple prey.
A convoy chosen for an Infinite Paradise main mission had skilled local escorts. How could a pack of third-rate bandits defeat them?
"Careful."
In fewer than a dozen breaths, more than a dozen corpses littered the ground.
Deep in the distant hills, several figures looked down on the battle.
All four wore black, with black cloth over their faces. Only pairs of uniformly cold eyes showed.
"What's going on? Where did these people come from?"
One of them spoke, his voice icy.
"The intelligence was wrong. There are thirty extra people. The escort convoy itself doesn't matter, but if anyone stands against our lord's great cause, they must die too."
"Mm. Release that White Tiger and test what they're made of."
"And send word back about