Silhouettes hidden in the darkness of night stood one by one, holding their weapons with extraordinary excitement, ready to launch a big attack.
"Boss…" someone couldn't help but shout excitedly.
"Hold steady, don't scare away the fat sheep we've got," the bearded leader threatened with a glance, making everyone calm down considerably.
"They're coming…"
Indeed, they came; silhouettes were seen approaching from the darkness, getting closer and closer, their breathing growing heavier, Hua Qiang's eyes squinting narrower and narrower, and the villagers of Hua Village gripping their weapons tighter.
"Master, there are many rocks ahead," Xiaosi's words—whether intentional or accidental—broke the calm.
Leaves rustled as the bearded leader's voice signaled shadows to emerge from the roadsides, encircling the people in the center, casting malicious glances at the Hua Village people, the greed in their eyes undeniable even in the thick night.
