The bandits, blind in the darkness and panicked, heard Xu Mabang's shout and immediately flocked to the sound of his voice.
Xu Mabang, Wang Mazi, Yang Dan, and Liu Huaying stood shoulder to shoulder, staring intently at the figures running toward them.
With their vision, they could barely make out the shapes of the men, but their faces were impossible to distinguish.
"Stop! Don't move! What's your name?"
Xu Mabang raised his iron rod, pointed at a large bandit, and barked the order.
"Sun Erlong," the bandit replied hastily.
"Get to the back!" Xu Mabang said, gesturing with his iron rod.
The bandit named Sun Erlong breathed a sigh of relief. He had just taken two steps when a sharp pain shot through the back of his head. His body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.
Behind him, another dark figure had appeared.
Xu Mabang and the others were first startled, then enraged. They charged toward the dark figure in unison.
