Wu Xiaoliu was the leader of the most down-on-their-luck bandits in the nearby mountains. Other gangs had wanted to recruit them, but Wu Xiaoliu always refused.
It wasn't that he was attached to his position as leader. He just didn't want his men to get blood on their hands. Once they did, there would be no turning back.
"The weather's still decent. Everyone, hurry up and see if you can find any wild fruit. If the news Lai San got is wrong, at least we'll have a fallback plan."
"Boss, what if Lai San and his group walked into a trap?" Lai Dafu asked, worried. His earlier excitement had faded, and now that he had calmed down, he felt something was off.
Wu Xiaoliu replied, "Don't worry. Lai San isn't as dumb as you think. Besides, his Aunt Lai's family lives at the foot of the mountain. She wouldn't have called him down unless she was absolutely sure."
As their leader, he naturally understood his men. Otherwise, he wouldn't have Lai San handle their trades every time.
