With a menacing authority, one of the burly men leveled his machete towards the group, issuing a demanding ultimatum. "Immediately dismount and surrender all your money and valuables," he barked, his tone a chilling reminder of the imminent danger they faced. The glint of the blade danced in the sunlight, amplifying the threat that hung heavily in the air.
As the bandits' gaze swept over the quartet, their intentions veered towards the unsavory. Their eyes lingered upon Zhao Ling, their stares filled with crude desire.
Yan Xing's brow furrowed in response, a flicker of protectiveness flashing in his eyes. In a swift motion, he positioned himself staunchly before Zhao Ling, creating a shield between her and the lecherous gazes of the bandits.
