Many of the Grass Bandits who’d fled turned around and observed the battle from afar. They were afraid of receiving punishment upon return. What if Cao Ning and the others claimed victory? It wouldn’t be too hard for them to escape even if Cao Ning lost. If so many of them dispersed like birds, how could their opponent, alone, chase all of them down?
They scattered around, keeping their gazes on Cao Ning and the gang.
Cao Ning glared firmly at his opponent’s young face. He still found it hard to believe that this young fellow, close to his own age, could defeat almost all of his people.
Through his gritted teeth he asked, "Who are you, Sir?"
Ai Hui kept an indifferent face, as if unconcerned about the fact that he’d been surrounded. "I’m Ai Hui."
Cao Ning opened his eyes wide. He finally understood why that fellow looked so familiar.