Xiao Jie walked towards the village with heavy thoughts.
He had been somewhat careless today. Although the appearance of the horse bandits was unexpected, the nature of the unexpected was that it could always happen.
Life and death didn't adhere to any logic; one couldn't always gamble on luck to win against such surprises.
Luck was the least reliable thing. Even if you won a hundred times, just one loss could mean GAME OVER.
It wouldn't do; he needed to be as cautious as possible in the future, calculating all possible factors and preparing for every action.
But as easy as it was to think-up, it was hard to execute. His level was too low, his knowledge of the game too scant, and the resources at his disposal were limited. Moreover, some emergencies were hard to predict. After all, playing this kind of death game meant risking danger.
One could only choose not to venture out and stay like Wang Kai, holed up in the village for a lifetime.
