The bandits, their blood coursing with ardor and zeal, eagerly rubbed their palms together.
"Boss is spot on! His head must be ours!"
"If we let him live, the heavens won't stand for it!"
"Revenge for our fallen brothers!"
Cao Meng, unconvinced, questioned, "So, are we just letting this slide? I-I can't accept it!"
Jin Shan, burdened with guilt, interjected, "Boss, Second Brother, it's my fault for being useless. I messed up!"
Cao Meng quickly reassured him, "Third Brother, don't blame yourself. I don't blame you, and our brothers won't either. It's all that dog official's fault! He's gone too far!"
The Mountain Bandits voiced their solidarity, offering comfort to Jin Shan.
Boss Qing added, "Third Brother, enough. We're all brothers. There's no point dwelling on this. Second Brother is right. It's that dog official's fault. His lackey, henchman, lapdog, is heartless and vicious!"