Chapter 162 What's Wrong with the Rong Clan_1

Chapter 162

It was a drizzling day where the air carried the scent of dampness. The raindrops fell from the sky onto the trees, streaming down the trunks and mingling with the red and white on the muddy streets to form puddles.

Swoosh!

Horse hooves splashed into the water, their reflections in the puddle distorted. A man in a hide robe rode his horse past the long street. In his hand, he held a long rope tethering a group of men and women. Some of them were dressed in luxurious clothing, others in simple hemp ones, united now in their shared despair.

Thwang!

An arrow flew piercing through a man's chest. He didn't die instantly and continued to struggle on the ground.

"Red Eyebrow, are you seeking death? These are my slaves!" roared the horseman.

Following his gaze, a man was sitting leisurely on the second floor of a tavern, a jug of wine in his left hand and an iron bow resting on his leg.

"You've taken too many. Can you manage them all? Let me help you out."

Thwang!