In the mountain forest.
Li Tieyun, the Gang Leader of the River Gang, lay in ambush with three of his men behind a thicket of dense bushes, his gaze locked on the Flying Horse Thieves' convoy on the mountain path.
"Gang Leader, let's make our move!"
Among the three subordinates, a burly man with a brutish face couldn't help but whisper. He licked his lips, his eyes fixed on the large chests on the carriages, each one filled with silver ingots. "Those Flying Horse Thieves only have two Dark Energy masters. We have four, plus you, Gang Leader, to hold the line. We're much stronger than them! If we kill them, those one hundred thousand taels of silver will be ours!"
Li Tieyun frowned and slowly shook his head.
"No,"
he said in a low voice, "I've dealt with these guys before. The Flying Horse Thieves aren't that easy to handle. Besides…"
