Li Chen glanced at Gulag's men around him, who were itching to move and could barely restrain themselves, then at the strange gleam in the other refugees' eyes. He knew tonight was destined to be anything but peaceful.
A thought even flashed through his mind: If a beauty like Olga, with her unique charm and ability to rally people, were a little more calculating, perhaps she could use her beauty and a facade of kindness to recruit a band of desperadoes as deathsworn followers and make something of herself in these troubled times.
But when he saw Olga's crystal-clear eyes, without a trace of impurity, and her gentle gestures that came from the heart, untainted by any calculation, he immediately dismissed the idea.
This woman really was innocent, and she really was kind. She simply lacked the ability or cunning to exploit her advantages, manipulate people's hearts, and seize power.
That made her current predicament all the more dangerous.
By now, someone in Gulag's group could no longer contain the wicked fire burning inside him. A brute with a vicious-looking face sidled up to Gulag and whispered through heavy breaths, "Boss, what are we waiting for? The boys are about to burst! That little bitch is right in front of us. Why don't we rush her now and pin her down?"
His lustful impatience made it seem as though he would pounce on Olga and have his way with her the very next second.
Gulag shot him a fierce glare and cursed under his breath, "Idiot! Have you got no brains? Look around! There are hundreds, even thousands of refugees here, fish and dragons all mixed together! We've only got a few dozen men, and every one of us has cultivation, but how do you know there aren't hidden experts