"Damn peasants, just you wait."
Glancing fearfully at Ning Fan, Du Wei said aggrievedly, "This is just a misunderstanding."
Ning Fan ignored him and simply asked, "Besides those four, did anyone else make a move?"
"No."
Ning Fan didn't listen to Sangganda, "Lum, you tell me."
"Him, along with those three, just injured a few of us."
Looking at the villagers being supported by their companions, Ning Fan nodded and then looked at the mercenary group, "You few, come out."
The man who was named shouted harshly, "Kid, don't push your luck. Don't forget, you're only one person, we're not afraid of you."
As the man's words fell, seven or eight more people stood out, all part of the same mercenary squad.
Seeing this, the other mercenaries who were hesitating also took a step forward.
Though they weren't in the same squad, at this moment, they shared a common identity.
Moreover, Ning Fan had just given everyone a sweeping look, making them already discontent.
