A group of robust martial artists burst from the woods, each looking ferocious, surrounding Luo Feng and his companions.
Hong Shuan, the youngest of the group, grew uneasy as the fierce-looking men approached, and she instinctively stepped closer to Luo Feng.
"What do you want?" Luo Feng coldly demanded, positioning himself protectively in front of the girls.
Two individuals emerged from the crowd.
The one in front had a square face and wide ears. His burly figure was akin to an iron tower, and he carried an iron pillar half a foot in diameter on his shoulder.
The one slightly behind him was dressed in a white robe. He had a pair of narrow eyes, like a rat's, that glinted with a sinister light.
"HAHAHAHA... Business has been poor lately, and we're a bit strapped for cash, so we're looking to make some silver," the square-faced brute laughed, rubbing his hands together.
Luo Feng smiled faintly. "So, it's just this small matter."
