"Maybe… maybe we should go back."
"If someone finds us, we'll be beaten to death."
The night was dark and the wind was high outside the Fang Family Mansion.
One of the men hesitated. Once they climbed over, there would be no turning back.
In the countryside, getting caught stealing meant a whipping.
In serious cases, you'd even be handed over to the officials.
And for them, stealing grain from Fang Wuju's home, the consequences of being caught would only be more severe.
"Hmph. We've come this far. No one is backing down. Anyone who tries to back out dies."
"We're just taking back our own grain!"
Fang Juye's face was grim and vicious. He glared at the man who had just spoken, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
'We're already at this point. What if someone quits and turns us in?'
'So, anyone who even mentions quitting now has to die.'
