Looking at the rows of strangely armor men, the Crimson Shadow Bandits were stunned for a moment before they burst into hysterical laughter.
"What!" the bandit leader exclaimed, disdain marring his face. "Are you some kind of clowns? Go get some real armor if you're going to fight us."
He clicked his tongue, dripping with scorn. "Kill everyone and leave the man behind the counter. He will lead us to the location of the Fire Horned Lizard."
The bandit leader had grown impatient, eager to lay his hands on the Fire Horned Lizard. With the Fire Horned Lizard, he could already see his bright future.
They might be bandits, but the rivalry and competition between them were fiercer than in any ordinary organization. The cruelty of the bandits toward one another was something common folk could never understand.
To be promoted a rank, they had to step over hundreds of corpses, both friends and foes.
