Lin Li's regret was reasonable. The strength of a level-three or four warrior was awfully low. The voice of the low-level adventurer had just fallen when he was kicked in his stomach; the machete in his hand was sent flying at the same time. Two wolf-like robbers pounced on him and delivered rounds of fat punches to him, knocking several of his teeth out on the spot.
"Now, who else has objections?" The burly man with a scar picked up the machete from the ground and looked around with a grin on his face.
There was dead silence in the corridor.
"Very well, it seems that everyone has no objections…" The man chortled haughtily. "Brothers, collect the valuables!"
More than a dozen vicious robbers spread out and began to collect the goods piled up in front of the doors.
