Dire Situation

"Hehe, Eighth Commander. I think there are quite a few nice ones in this team. Tsk tsk. If you're tired of them, could you give them to us to have a go at as well?"

A pockmarked man asked flatteringly. Three bandits rode on their horses and sprinted toward the maple forest rapidly.

"Pockmarked, if you've completed your duty as instructed, the Big Boss will definitely reward you! Quickly kill this tramp and report to the Big Boss."

The Eighth Commander replied rather impatiently.

The bandits then raised their swords and flashed a cruel smile. They charged at the tramp who was leaning against the tree.

Suddenly, the still tramp raised his head in a sudden motion. When he stared at these three cruel-looking bandits, he did not reveal even a hint of panic.

"Ka-chak!"