Wang Xiaolong didn't bring a hemp rope when he entered the mountain, so when he returned, he put his firewood knife around his waist and carried a bag of herbs on each shoulder.
The bulging bags just clamped around his head, making it quite difficult for Liang and the others, who followed the sound, to see his face clearly.
From a distance, they could only see a young man of no great age, with a slender figure and slow walk, who didn't look like a tough character from any angle.
This emboldened Liang even more, and he mockingly said, "This idiot is so weak he's not even as good as a chick, I only need one underling to easily crush him, I really don't know what kind of ability he has that's making you go through all this trouble!"
Liu Dajun's face was full of embarrassment; after all, he was a notorious tough guy in Xiao Xi Village, and it was indeed humiliating to have been so ragged by Wang Xiaolong the day before.
