Though the aim was poor, the intimidation was sufficient.
The man, hearing the bullets whizzing past his ears, immediately knelt on the ground with his hands raised above his head.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot, we surrender...."
The sequence of movements was swift and practiced.
The pursuing heavy sword infantry immediately advanced, restrained the kneeling supplicant, and firmly pressed him to the ground.
After a short while, Li Rong came over, limping.
She sat down opposite the kneeling man.
Crossing her legs, she lit a cigarette.
The man's gaze swept over her slender thighs and he hurriedly cried out, "Sister Li, spare me, Sister Li, I dare not do it again, please don't kill me."
The ferocity had turned into a face full of repentance.
"What's your name?" Li Rong asked softly as she exhaled a puff of smoke.
"Wang Zuo, Sister Li, I won't dare do it again!" Wang Zuo said, his head bowed.
"Who sent you to ambush me?" Li Rong continued to ask.
