Chapter 649: A mysterious powerhouse
The group consisted of perhaps four families, a dozen or so people with only a single beast-drawn cart that resembled a flatbed wagon. A large gray cloth covered it, with some ragged clothes laid on top as padding. Several children sat on the cart in terror, huddling against their family members beside it.
Four young, able-bodied men stood trembling at the front of the group, holding wooden clubs or kitchen knives.
Of the eight bandits surrounding them, some wore grins while others had vicious looks in their eyes. Whether in size or menace, their weapons far outclassed those wooden sticks and kitchen utensils.
"I'll say it one more time. Leave your valuables and food, and you can go. Otherwise, you'll all die here!"
The leader had a hideous, ragged scar across his exposed neck. He patted the sword in his hand and smiled horribly.
"If this sword hits you, it'll cut straight through your bones. In the state you're in, one slash from me and you're done for!"
As he spoke, he took a step forward. Sure enough, the four men instinctively shrank back a step.
Heh! All the bandits exchanged knowing smiles. They could do whatever they liked with this group.
"We can't give you everything. We'll starve to death on the road! Please, we can give you half our valuables, but please don't take our food!"
A somewhat stooped old man spoke from beside the cart, hoping the bandits might show some kindness.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... If you weren't a bunch of old folks, women, and children, we'd have cut down a couple of you already. That would keep anyone from talking back. Looks like you think we're too soft!"
The bandits beside him raised their weapons.
"Boys, kill all their men. Hehehe..."