None of them were first-timers on a courier mission, and they had already clearly divided their tasks. So, half an hour later, the air was filled with the aroma of food.
"Boss, dinner's ready." Han Shuang walked to a tree, looked up at her boss standing on the trunk, and gently reminded him.
"Um,"
Mo Lan stood on the tree trunk, her eyes sweeping over the uneven hillsides and the swaying bushes around her. With a slight adjustment in her eyes, she realized that the terrain had been difficult all along. After five or six days of peace, it seemed that their journey was coming to an end.
"Frost, tell the brothers in charge of defense to be careful; this meal might not be very good."
"Boss, is there any unusual activity?" Hearing Mo Lan's reminder, Han Shuang immediately looked around warily. Apart from the bustling activity of his own people, the surroundings were unusually quiet.
"Hmm, someone's trying to steal my food." Mo Lan glanced at the hillside not far away, then leaped down.
Those people had been holed up for a while, not making a sound, clearly waiting for their meal.
Upon hearing what the leader said, Han Shuang immediately gestured to the brothers on defense, and the entire team immediately went into battle ready.
The tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease. Mo Lan rubbed the pointer in her hand, then suddenly swung it into the air, creating a whip-like motion.
"The food is ready, shall we come out?"
Mo Lan's voice, imbued with internal energy, carried far and wide.
A moment later, on a hillside a hundred meters away, a pair of strangely dressed people appeared before the crowd, accompanied by a loud, rough laugh.
Everyone stared blankly at their leader, wondering if he was a bandit or a beggar who had escaped from a slum.
Their clothes were tattered and worn, and even their weapons were meager.
The people standing at the front looked to be the most skilled and the most impressive in the group, wielding large knives. But the people behind them were a sight to behold, holding not only kitchen knives but also short-handled hoes, shovels, and other farm tools.
With this equipment, they don't look like bandits at all.
"Haha... Since you've found out, I won't be polite anymore. Leave the food and toll and I'll let you go."
The speaker was a burly man with a full beard, glaring with large, round eyes. He held a large machete in his hand and stared fiercely at Mo Lan and her group. If he didn't sniff around every now and then, he would have quite the imposing presence.
After seeing the incongruous attire, Ma Ren and Ma Yi relaxed their tense emotions. "Where did these beggars come from? Leave quickly, lest you get hurt by swords and blades, and you won't even have money for medical treatment."
I thought it was something important, just a bunch of rabble who dared to rob people?
Mo Lan glanced at Ma Ren and Ma Yi, remained silent for a moment, and then sat down on a rock to the side.
The people opposite them, angered by Ma Ren and Ma Yi's disdainful remark, glared at the two men, especially the bearded one, who, in his fury, gripped his machete.
"Heh heh... You look down on us? I was originally thinking you'd be smart enough to put down your goods and leave, but now I've changed my mind. I'm going to beat you until you're begging for mercy."
"Boss is awesome! Kill them! Kill them!"
Seeing that her master was unhappy, Han Shuang turned her head and glared at Ma Ren and Ma Yi. The two men were confused and did not understand what Han Shuang meant.
Seeing the people opposite her about to rush forward, Mo Lan waved her hand and smiled, "Are you bandits from around here?"
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