Old Man Hua glanced subtly at his granddaughter and nodded, "Really," he affirmed.
"...Heavens...we actually encountered bandits," someone murmured in disbelief.
"Chief, don't be afraid... we'll protect you."
"Right, we have plenty of people too. If they dare rob us blind, we'll beat them to a pulp." Some men were already gripping their weapons, eager to try.
The days spent practicing in the mountains weren't wasted; even during heavy rains, they didn't slack off in the caves, and in daily combat, they gave it their all. Plus, their numbers were not small—they were truly undaunted.
They refused to believe they couldn't handle these assorted bandits after practicing so hard.
"Go, go, show what you got." Hua Qiang slapped each of the boastful men on the head. It's like they didn't know the king of horses has several eyes; their confidence was just too overwhelming.
Of course, being confident is a good thing, but it requires understanding the premise of the opponent.
