Lin Fan patted Wang Aixin on the shoulder. He had originally intended to give Wang Aixin an opportunity to accumulate more merit, but now that seemed impossible.
"You've already done well enough. Leave the rest to me."
Lin Fan walked onto a wooden platform in the middle of the clearing.
Quite a few of Han Bing's people were distributing supplies on the platform.
When they saw Lin Fan, they took the initiative to greet him.
"Stop for now."
Lin Fan gestured for everyone to stop, then stood at the highest point and surveyed his surroundings.
They were said to be five villages, but their combined population was actually fewer than two thousand.
Two thousand people might not seem like many, but for somewhere like the Xinglong Mountain Range, that was already quite a crowd.
"Why have you stopped?"
"Are you just putting on a show? You never intended to give us anything!"
"Keep going, keep going! I need to get my things and go home to cook for my granddaughter."
"Heh, don't tell me the higher-ups told you to distribute supplies, but you're planning to pocket most of them!"
Seeing that the young people had stopped distributing supplies, the villagers all chimed in, criticizing them.
However, none of Han Bing's subordinates answered. They stood obediently to one side, waiting for Lin Fan to speak.
"Everyone, don't be impatient."
Lin Fan released a trace of his aura, and his might spread out at the same time, instantly silencing the surrounding villagers.
A flicker of horror crossed the villagers' eyes. In their eyes, Lin Fan was like a lofty deity, and they could not help feeling a little lowly.
"Who is this person? Why do I feel scared?"
"I don't know. Anyway, we'd better stop talking."
The villagers stopped whispering among themselves,