Xie Wen's gaze was as sharp as a torch, staring coldly at the person at hand, harshly questioning, "Explain in detail the background and martial skills of these bandits immediately, or don't blame me for taking severe punitive measures! If I throw you to the ground, you'll definitely become a pancake."
The person hung in mid-air, pale as paper, trembling all over, hastily divulging everything they knew.
On the ground, the leader was towering, like a majestic small mountain, clad in a wolf fur coat that exuded a wild aura.
He wore a hat made of bear fur, the brim covering his frost-white temples, and from his appearance, he seemed to be over fifty years old.
