From atop the mound came the pleas for mercy from a fat man. Several bandits turned their heads and saw a man, not very tall and looking like an ordinary farmer, brandishing a pistol as he pushed the fat man down.
Before long, except for the dead leader, the other four bandits had their weapons taken and were being held at gunpoint, squatting fearfully on the empty space beside the road.
A carriage approached from a distance and stopped by the group, and Fouche stepped out from it. To capture this gang alive, he had personally come to this small town, crafting the tale about Baron Geddon, and finally, the "fish" had taken the bait.
Playing with a pistol in his hand, Fouche's dead fish eyes swept over the bandits as he snorted from his nose, "Hmm, the Blood Blade Bandits, is it?"
The fat man who had been on lookout earlier started crying out of fear, "Let, let me go, I can tell you where our boss hides the money..."
