This isn't conducive to him lying low and developing secretly.
His eyes flickered slightly, a faint trace of killing intent visible.
...
On the main road.
Numerous martial artists of the Black Sand Gang galloped by, kicking up clouds of dust. Han Lu's face was ashen.
It took considerable effort to regain this profitable position this year, but unexpectedly, the nearby villages seemed to have grown bold, one after another refusing to hand over their yearly supply!
Originally, Han Lu had thought only Gu's Manor was being reckless, but to his surprise, other villages were acting the same way.
He had visited several places in succession, and apart from the Li family fortress which had long been under the Black Sand Gang's control and yielded three thousand silver taels, the rest didn't offer a single coin. Each one was stubborn and defiant.
What he didn't know was that the nearby villages had already secretly banded together.
"Damn it! Damn it! A bunch of wretched peasants!"