“That’s right. We’ve been entrenched here for several years. You’re just passing through on a delivery mission, yet you dare not pay your respects to our mountain stronghold. You don’t know the rules, so don’t blame me for being impolite.”

The bearded man stared at Mo Lan, then glanced at the team members standing to the side, and snorted, "Didn't expect there to be women in the escort team? But I only rob money, not women."

The Frost Clan: "......"

Mo Lan listened to the other party's tone and curled the corner of her lips. "We are half in the same line of work. Let me remind you, you are no match for us. You should leave. Although life is not easy, there is more than one way to go than being a bandit."

Even bandits need sufficient resources. To knowingly do something impossible and end up with the entire army wiped out is putting the cart before the horse.

Mo Lan wasn't sympathizing with them; in chaotic times, only the fittest survive, and everyone has the right to choose their way of life. But resorting to robbery and plunder is not a wise choice.

"You heard that? Our boss has spoken. You'd better leave immediately, or the consequences might be dire."

Ma Ren and Ma Yi stood behind Mo Lan with their arms crossed, showing no worry whatsoever. They dared to rob their boss; they were simply blind and greedy.

Looking at the crowd's posture and then at Mo Lan, the bearded man said, "Haha... I didn't expect that the person in charge here would be a woman. This is the first time I've ever seen a female bodyguard."

"What good is a woman? If you know what's good for you, get out of here, or don't blame us for being impolite." A group of men standing behind the bearded man brandished their broadswords and made a few menacing gestures.

Unfortunately, their skills were easily seen through by anyone in the know; they were all amateurs. They were good at scaring people, but in a real fight, they'd be down in no time.

Because she discovered this, Mo Lan was too lazy to take action. "You're not bandits. You look like villagers from around here. Since we've met you today, consider it a favor. Han Shuang, give them ten taels of silver."

Ten taels of silver may not solve much, but ultimately, if they want to be well-fed and clothed, they still have to rely on their own efforts.

The bearded man paused, taken aback by Mo Lan's tone, then glared at her, "What do you mean? Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?"

"You're robbing people at mealtimes, what else are you but beggars? Here you go." Han Shuang said, taking out some silver from her waist and throwing it directly at the bearded man.

The man instinctively reached out to catch it, but then stumbled back several steps before finally squatting down on his butt.

The bearded man sat on the ground, clutching the silver in his hand, looking dazed. It took him a long while to raise his head and look at Han Shuang.

"You...you..." Sure enough, we ran into a snag.

"What do you mean, 'you'? This is just a warning. I've already told you you're no match for us, so you'd better not do anything foolish." Ma Ren looked at the bearded man who hadn't uttered a coherent sentence for a long time, and reminded him with a grin.

If their leader hadn't been unwilling to take action, they would have wiped these people out the moment they appeared.

"Boss, how are you?"

The henchmen reacted quickly and helped the man up, their eyes gleaming as they looked at the silver in their boss's hand. They hadn't expected that the other party would offer them money before they even made a move.

"Let me go." The bearded man stood up, shoving aside the people around him, and stared at Mo Lan without blinking. "Where did you come from, this caravan is so powerful?"