Hilly grassland.
In a hollow.
Two men sat on the ground, gasping for air laboriously.
If Miao Kuangfeng were here, he would have recognized the identities of the two men at a glance. One of them was a man of short stature with an ugly face, and he was the fleeing bandit leader, who had a very badass name, Hao Niu.
The other man was burly and rugged-looking, an assistant that the bandit leader Hao Niu had recruited from elsewhere. His name was Ma Wei.
"Damn it," cursed Hao Niu, "the two of us teamed up and still weren't a match for that Miao Kuangfeng. If we hadn't run away so quickly, we might well be dead by now." For the first time in his life, Hao Niu had been so close to the God of Death.
"Miao Kuangfeng is a respectable adversary," said Ma Wei in a deep voice, "To fight against two and still win, impressive indeed."