Upon hearing that Yu Mao had prepared everything, Jiang You was overjoyed and replied in high spirits.
"Good! Hahaha!"
Then the torch moved about, and there was a clatter of footsteps and laughter echoing from all directions.
The robbers, they were here!
Huang An, within the crowd, had a deep gaze, a slight panic in his heart that was forcibly suppressed by rationality.
The robbers arrived quickly with three burly men leading the way, all good fighters.
Yu Mao lowered his head and instructed Huang An, telling them to wait here.
He, himself, went forward with two of his men probably to communicate something.
Based on their voice and past conversation, Huang An could recognize Jiang You and Huo Jin.
Today, it was still pitch black, probably around five-thirty in the morning, the torch illuminated many robber's faces.
"Each one is exceptionally sturdy, lots of truculence in their faces, clearly a carefree life! There is no lack of martial artists among them either!"