"You lot, raise your bows and arrows. Don't let his beast fly into the air, but don't kill it. I want it alive."
Sparrow issued an order to his subordinates after he put on his gloves.
He did not become the bandits' leader because of his brain; he had a pretty good brain too. The man in front of him was a silver-tier elite, and he did not seem to mind about Sparrow. Perhaps the man had a trump card.
"Yes, Boss." A few bandit archers raised their longbows. They drew their bows and nocked their arrows. The iron arrowheads sparkled under the sunlight.
"You guys go ahead and test them out."
"The rest of you can surround them. Don't let them escape in any direction."
