The main hall of the Evil Dragon Stockade.
The chief of the Evil Dragon Stockade sat imposingly on a stone seat draped with an entire tiger hide.
A scantily clad woman with sultry makeup sat on each of his thighs, which were thicker than some of the waists in the room.
Held tightly in his embrace, they laughed and chattered merrily.
The other leaders below had long since grown accustomed to the sight and thought nothing of it.
If anything, all they felt was endless envy.
After all, the stockade chief had more than twenty other consorts like these.
How could they not be envious?
Even the largest brothel in the neighboring city could not rival his harem.
And that number was still growing.
Envy. Indescribable envy.
"Speaking of which, it's been so long. Why haven't we heard anything from Sixth Brother and the others?" the fourth leader could not help asking worriedly. "Could something have gone wrong?"
"What could possibly go wrong? It's just a little village. Don't tell me they have the strength to stand against our Evil Dragon Stockade?"
"I bet they took the money they stole and went chasing flowers and willows, listening to songs in some pleasure house."
"Yes, yes, that certainly sounds like something Sixth Brother and his lot would do."
Before convincing anyone else, they convinced themselves.
Shi Fu'an, chief of the Evil Dragon Stockade, listened closely to their discussion without interrupting, waiting to see how things unfolded.
"C-Chief, someone has come to the foot of the mountain. He says he wants to see you." Just then, a bandit entered the hall to report.
"Oh! Someone wants to see me? Who? What's his background?" Shi Fu'an asked casually.
"I'm not sure, but he has an exquisite beauty with him. He seems to have