In a hall capable of accommodating thousands, nearly a thousand bandits were toasting each other, spewing coarse language. Their fierce and malevolent appearances were evident, while the floor was scattered with wine jars of all sizes, the stench of alcohol and sweat mingled, making one queasy.
"You, you…" A bandit suddenly caught sight of the group, his previously blurry drunken eyes instantly clearing. A fearsome scar stretched from his forehead to his eye corner, now twisted in shock, and he abruptly cried out in terror, "The military is here! The military…" He collapsed to the ground before finishing his sentence, his neck bleeding profusely, his eyes wide with terror and disbelief.
The other bandits, upon hearing the noise, were momentarily stunned, afterward they grabbed their weapons to fight desperately to the death.
