The leader was robust and seemed unremarkable, but his eyes occasionally flashed with viciousness.
He certainly didn't look like a pushover.
Apparently not expecting someone to appear so late, the man raised his eyelids slightly.
He gave his sidekick a look, and his men rushed forward.
Mu Sheng realized these people meant no good, and instead of confronting them directly, he turned and ran towards the village.
One of the group was a fast runner.
He dashed over like a gust of wind, blocking Mu Sheng's path.
"Stop running, you can't escape," he said with a touch of scorn in his eyes.
Mu Sheng knew he couldn't afford to delay and without a word, he swung his stick and started striking.
Crack—
"Ah!" Caught off guard, Fei Maotui cried out in pain when he was hit squarely.
Seeing this, the others surged forward.
The leader, seeing Mu Sheng's ferocious actions and knowing he wasn't a pushover, his eyes lit up.
