"Hmph, if the person in question is looking for you, you won't escape responsibility. Dozens of my followers have died by your blades. I will fight you to the death, whether you live or die!"

As the middle-aged man spoke, he ripped off a piece of his robe with a tearing sound, tightened it around his waist, put his feet in the stirrups, and reached for the large sword at his hip.

"bring it on!"

"kill!"

A tense atmosphere hung in the air. As the two sides fought, Mo Lan sat on a tree branch, her eyes fixed intently on the middle-aged man's large sword.

Fine knife!

Judging from their attire, it seems like a revenge killing or something similar.

Mo Lan had no intention of meddling in this matter.

Murderers pay with their lives, debts must be repaid; as a mere spectator, she makes no judgments on matters of right and wrong, or grudges and affections.

It's quite interesting that these people actually came to her territory to kill and rob.

In this desolate wilderness, let alone losing ten or eight people, even a whole group of people would be like ants in the desert, unable to make any waves.

I just don't know how long that middle-aged man can hold out.

If both sides are eliminated, then she'll just have to reap the benefits!

In the blink of an eye, the man on horseback was slashed twice. He swayed and fell off his horse with a thud, looking extremely disheveled!

"Your strength is waning, go in peace."

The man in black scoffed and raised his knife to end the other man's life. Just then, at the critical moment, the restless horse next to him suddenly neighed and kicked at the man in black with its front hoof!

Mo Lan looked at the horse's protective stance with a deep gaze. Horses that can fight are all specially trained tactical horses!

Only available in the military.

Who is this person?

Mo Lan tightened her grip on the pointer and couldn't help but complain, "When gods fight, mortals suffer."

Their Qinglong Village had barely caught its breath, but it couldn't withstand the government's encirclement and suppression!

"Damn beast, I'll finish you off first."

The man in black narrowly avoided the horse's attack, his face immediately turning sinister as he raised his knife to strike.

However, the moment he raised the knife, he froze, staring in horror at the crossbow bolt lodged in his throat, his face filled with disbelief.

Then he fell straight down.

The remaining three were startled, staring at the crossbow bolt that had sunk into their throats, their eyes filled with fear. There were actually other people in this forest, and why hadn't they sensed anything?

"Who's acting so suspiciously?"

Mo Lan stroked the small crossbow on her wrist, then flashed down to the tree. Leaning against the tree, she looked relaxed and glanced at the injured middle-aged man with a detached look. As long as he didn't die for the time being, that was fine.

"This mountain is mine, these trees are mine, if you want to pass through, leave your toll!"

The man in black: "..."

Did they encounter bandits?

The injured middle-aged man: "......"

Mo Lan recited her slogan, but no one answered after a long time. She awkwardly touched her nose, which was covered by a mask.

Sigh, it's true that actions speak louder than words!

I need to practice more properly later. As a second-generation bandit, I must properly demonstrate the spirit of a mountain bandit.

Thinking of this, she raised her hand to touch the silver wolf mask on her face, smoothed the ponytail on her head, and straightened the wrinkles on her clothes.

He coughed lightly and raised his voice slightly, "You have disturbed my peace and quiet, and I am very displeased. You even dared to kill and rob in front of me. You have quite the nerve."

As soon as a neutral voice rang out, the remaining men in black instantly snapped back to reality.