The bandits totaled eight, each robust and strong, gazing at the old ox with eyes glinting green.
Clearly, their objective was straightforward and blunt.
They wanted money and the ox.
Moreover, if Wen Ran's observation was accurate, nearly half of them had blood on their hands.
She licked her dry lips, her heart already beginning to fret.
If it were a one-on-one fight, she might stand a chance, but here was one elder, one child, and a man of unknown combat ability.
Is it surrender then?
She hadn't made up her mind yet, simply hugging the little girl in her arms, half-lowering her eyes to conceal her chaotic thoughts.
The leader glared menacingly, "Hurry down, or my brother's blade might not miss."
Zhang Jian held tightly onto the reins of the ox cart, fully aware that there was still a chance to escape in this confrontation; if they descended, with only the elderly and children behind him, it was like washing one's neck for the ax to fall.
