บท 88: Chapter 3: The Demise of the Bandits (Thanks to Guang Yu An 0516 for the 10,000 Reward)

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Dark clouds covered the sky, obscuring the bright moon.

Du Zhanpeng, hugging his spear, leaned against the wall, hoping to shield himself from the life-threatening cold wind of winter. A torch burned by his side, providing just enough heat to keep him from succumbing to hunger and weakness like those imprisoned, who would fall asleep in the chill and never wake up again.

However, the old man they had captured a few days ago was an exception...

An old cripple, yet he managed to endure for so long in this weather; he must have a tough life.

He exhaled a cloud of white breath. His companions nearby were not interested in chatting in this weather, nor was he.