Halt! I'll Rob You Too!

The Behemoths charged in, closing the distance quickly.

But little did they know, their nightmare was only just beginning.

The Hunter team quickly stowed their crossbows, drawing out two short swords for close combat. While they weren't the most skilled in other areas, they were experts in battle. Their movements were swift, their strength overwhelming. Within moments, the Behemoths began to drop like flies, their lives claimed by the swift and deadly blades.

From the crowd of spectators at a distance, the Lord of Canglan City and his few subordinates watched in stunned silence.

One of the Red Fox Clan members muttered, "Lord, these humans... they're not ordinary."

"Oh? Explain yourself," the Lord replied, intrigued.

"Lord, look at their crossbows. Not only are they incredibly powerful, but they can fire three bolts at once. I've never seen such a thing before. And their swordplay—each strike is lethal, aimed directly at the vital points. It's clear they've undergone rigorous combat training. Judging by their armor and weapons, which are nothing special, this small group of barely twenty could easily match half a battalion in strength."

The Lord nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed, you're right. Humans are known for using clever tactics, and their weapons give them an edge. If we sent our finest 500 men, we might not even be able to defeat them. Do you know what faction they belong to?"

The subordinate furrowed his brow and shook his head.

"Their armor design is something I haven't seen before. But there's a character etched on it, 'Ming'. If we investigate, we should be able to figure it out."

"Hm. Find out who these humans are. If possible, try to make contact," the Lord ordered, his voice steady.

The subordinate paused for a moment but quickly nodded, "Yes, Lord. I understand."

While they conversed, the battle on the field was already over. Behemoth corpses littered the ground, and the Hunter team calmly cleaned up the battlefield, their expressions emotionless.

Ronald, who had remained still after killing the first two Behemoths, suddenly shouted out as the onlookers began to disperse.

"Hey! You think you can just walk off without a word? Don't make me show you the price of disrespect!"

The crowd froze, some eyeing Ronald with confusion.

A middle-aged Dwarf, visibly anxious, asked cautiously, "My Lord, do you mean...?"

Ronald grinned, a cold, calculating smile. "While I've wiped out your Behemoth scum, your toll hasn't been paid. Plus, for the entertainment you just had watching my show, let's make it three gold coins per person. Pay up, and you're free to go. Don't like it? Heh…"

It was a clear, unabashed robbery.

There were at least a few thousand people in the crowd, and three gold coins per person was no small amount. Ronald's audacity knew no bounds.

The Hunter team stood by, their crossbows ready, cold gazes sweeping over the crowd. They had just taken down nearly a hundred Behemoths without so much as a scratch.

The onlookers exchanged wary glances, clearly feeling the pressure.

Seeing their hesitation, Ronald's figure blurred, and in the blink of an eye, his sword was pressed to the middle-aged Dwarf's throat. "Pay up! Or I'll cut you down right here!"

The Dwarf's legs shook uncontrollably. With trembling hands, he fumbled a pouch of coins from his cloak, his voice quivering. "M-My Lord, this is all I have... please, take it all…"

Ronald's anger flared.

"Damn it! I said three gold coins, not a single coin more! Are you insulting me?!"

"Ha?" The Dwarf was startled. He quickly grabbed three gold coins from the pouch and held them up, "My Lord, please, here—"

Ronald snatched the coins from his hands with a smirk, waving his hand dismissively. "Good. You can go now."