Fighting Yun Zhao

It was at this moment that the scar-faced bandit chief's gaze swept over the carriage.

It lingered for a round on Lin Ruoxue's pretty face.

He licked his cracked lips.

"Absolutely outrageous."

You Tai flew into a rage and reached for his saber. Lin Ruoxue's brows rose sharply as she gripped the soft sword at her waist.

"Stop!!"

Just then, a shout rang out.

Chen Wang lifted the curtain.

He jumped down from the carriage.

First, he sized up the bandits surrounding them.

Then he politely addressed the scar-faced chief: "Chief, please make things convenient for us. It isn't easy for anyone traveling far from home. We can hand over our travel money, but the horses and carriage are our means of getting there. We absolutely can't give them up."

"We're willing to offer a hundred taels of silver as a toll. Please show us some mercy."

A hundred taels was no small sum.

Most bandits, hoping to keep the money flowing in the long term, wouldn't ruin their reputation.

Otherwise, no one would dare travel this road.

The scar-faced man didn't immediately answer Chen Wang.

He merely narrowed his eyes and studied him.

The several bandits behind him, however, exploded.

"A hundred taels? Old man, are you trying to fob us off like beggars?"

"There are more than a dozen strong men here, with more than a dozen mouths to feed, and you think we're worth only a hundred taels? I say you're tired of living!"

"Those fine horses and that carriage of yours are worth more than that already. You're pretty good at doing the math."

Several bandits had already begun advancing eagerly, waving the blades and spears in their hands with vicious expressions.

Chen Wang's face darkened.

They wanted the horses, the carriage, and all their supplies.