On the outskirts of Da Qing Mountain, behind a certain small hill slope, over a hundred Yin Spirits carrying swords and sabers gathered in groups of three or five.
"Listen up, we're here to collect a toll today, not to fight to the death with anyone. Without my orders, no one is allowed to act recklessly."
"If you act rashly and lose your life, don't blame me for not warning you beforehand," the fat leader with a face full of flesh yelled loudly.
"What if those merchant caravans don't pay up?" someone in the crowd couldn't help but speak up.
"Don't pay?!" Fat Leader twisted his face, teetering along with his belly jiggling, and walked among the crowd: "If they don't pay...then they don't pay, so what? You thinking of robbing them? You wanna die or something?"
He didn't seem to care: "After we go back to Qingshan City, just say they ran too fast and we couldn't catch them, that's all."
"Aren't we the Qingshan Bandits? Isn't this a bit too...cowardly," someone murmured softly.