Favor

Han Jin's eyes fell on the mount of dir. The one who had thrown the rock was a muscular, brutish looking man who looked as big as Moxinke, but with a meaner expression. The muscle on his face looked vicious, his brow was thick but short, his nose and mouth were wide, while his lips looked thick. Though that type of lips made him look like a simple-minded hooligan, that impression quickly disappeared when one looked into his eyes which were as sharp as daggers. 

The bat fell onto the ground, returned to human form, and moaned in pain. Hogan raised his staff, and four pillars of ice rose from the ground, promptly freezing the limbs of the middle-aged man. 

"Good, I said to run over to curry favor" Hogan cursed. 

"You, come here." Han Jin pointed at the muscular brute. 

The brute hesitated, then slowly walked off the dirt mount. The surrounding slaves immediately gathered and followed the brutish man from a dozen meters away.