At the end of the official road in Xiaoyu Village.
Zhao Er and his two brothers hid in a clump of grass beside the road at this very moment.
They peered intently at the vast official road through the gaps between the plants, watching every single person passing by.
"Brother Zhao, we've been waiting here for half an hour, and that guy hasn't shown up yet. Do you think he would've decided not to take this road?" Hu Zi, the youngest of the brothers, asked after they had waited for quite some time.
He asked not out of loyalty to the gang but out of concern about losing the silver coins that were practically in his grasp.
"Impossible."
Zhao Er shook his head decisively, "That undisciplined hunter made a fortune of 130 silver taels by selling fur and animal skins in the town. Carrying such a large sum, he must be eager to get home."
