บท 249: A Year

Leaning on his five feet long saber, Zhuang Heng watched as his brothers plundered wantonly, and felt a warmth in his heart as though he was watching his children playing and having fun.

He had only two beliefs in life: sabers were his life blood, and his brothers were his family. He was thus nicknamed the "Long Machete God" in the jianghu. To him, gold and silver were like dirt, while women were nothing more than lust-satisfying objects which could talk, and which often annoyed him when they talked too much.

Five carriages were overturned along the roadside. The horses laid in the pools of blood gasping feebly for air while a dozen or so human corpses were scattered amidst the tall grass. This had been an all-too-common transaction. If he had not been paid for it, Zhuang Heng would not have bothered to make this trip.

Having more "dirt" was always welcomed. To the bandits, this served as food which they could never have enough of.