It was Bolati.
What surprised Li Long a little was that Bolati had another two half-full sacks draped over his horse.
More fritillaria?
What was going on? Had Bolati been trying to meet his targets lately? Or had the number of people gathering medicinal herbs in the mountains increased that much?
Bolati trotted over on his horse, dismounted in front of Li Long, and pointed his riding crop at the three men lying on the ground.
"What happened? What's wrong with them?"
"They came to trade just now and told Xiao Sun our prices were too high and wouldn't do. I came over and told them to trade if they wanted to, or leave if they didn't. They tried to hit us, so I knocked them down."
"Hey, you didn't use your gun today?" Bolati took the two sacks of fritillaria off his horse, then took the Type 56 Semi-Automatic Rifle off his back and gestured with it. "They didn't know you had a gun, did they?"
Hearing that Li Long had a gun, the man in jeans lying on the ground wiped the blood from his nose and felt a little fortunate.
"Did they not know you've broken someone's leg before, either?" Bolati pulled the bolt, chambering a round, then told Li Long, "As it happens, I haven't met my quota this month. Leave these three to me."
"You have quotas?" Li Long was a little surprised. "For arresting people?"
"Yes. We get rewards for catching people, too." Bolati smiled. "But the reward isn't much. So when we run into those people, we usually just confiscate their things. Since these three are so cocky, though, this works out nicely... All of you, get up!"
That last sentence was directed at the three men.
The three mainly felt ashamed that