"Hmph, hmph..." Hearing her answer, Feng Ziang revealed a satisfied smile.
"Little Fengye, what's the prey?" Hu Daoke widened his eyes at Feng, seeming to have guessed something too.
"There's a convoy coming towards us along the road," Feng seriously replied.
"Oh, so that's the prey," Hu Daoke said, pounding Cheng Ziang's shoulder forcefully and added somewhat reproachfully, "If it's a robbery, just say it's a robbery. The moment you say robbery, that's when I get excited."
"Are you trying to injure me so you can have all the spoils to yourself?" Cheng Ziang rubbed his benumbed shoulder, grimacing as he complained.
"So it's like 'This road was built by me, these trees were planted by me, to pass this way, you must pay the toll', is that it?" Hu Daoke gestured a few times, mimicking the tone of a bandit with his coarse voice.