The two men had been watching the wooden cabin all along, preparing for something big.
Of course, "something big" was how they had put it. The uninjured one gave a rough account, but the one shot in the leg was afraid of dying. He wanted Li Long to finish his questions quickly and take him back for treatment, so he laid out their plan in full detail.
The two of them had robbed several people in the mountains.
Basically, they stayed here each time, waiting for people to trade their fritillaria, then followed those who had made the trades. Once they reached where those people were staying, they either held them at knifepoint and took their things, or waited until they went out digging for fritillaria and stole what they had worked so hard to dig up.
Digging fritillaria in the mountains was illegal to begin with, so those whose fritillaria had been stolen had nowhere to seek justice. They could only accept their bad luck.
The kneeling man repeatedly signaled with his eyes to the wounded man, trying to stop him from saying so much, but the man lying there with a bullet wound couldn't care less. Everything came pouring out.
He was afraid Li Long wouldn't treat him unless he finished talking. What if he bled to death?
After finishing, he saw the man beside him still signaling with his eyes and roared:
"You're not the one who got fucking shot! Of course you're not worried!"
Well, that made perfect sense.
But the kneeling man sighed inwardly. This time, they had lost everything.
Li Long soon got the location of their hiding place out of them. The stolen fritillaria was all piled up there too.
Li Long made the uninjured man carry the wounded one on his back,