Serena Feng wanted to kill them, and her opponents weren’t exactly soft-hearted either—they were plotting murder and robbery right now.
If that girl’s horse is worth this much, I bet she’s loaded too. No way we let her go—in the middle of nowhere, you don’t find a fat sheep like this every day.
We can take her stuff, but don’t hurt her. Even thieves have rules.
Boss, isn’t that a bit much? There’s twelve of us—pretty famous in the martial world. If people hear we robbed a girl, we’ll be the butt of every joke.
A girl riding a horse like that must come from money. If her family comes after us, we’re screwed. I say we go all the way—just get rid of her. Out here, no one’s going to find out."
No way. We call ourselves martial world heroes—how could we kill an unarmed woman or child? If word gets out, our reputation’s toast. As for the girl, don’t worry—I doubt she knows any martial arts. A weak woman alone in the wild, without a horse, won’t last long." Their leader wanted silver and a good name—proof these twelve weren’t any good. Serena’s gaze turned even colder.
People like this—no way she’d let them walk away alive!
You little troublemaker, look at the mess you got me into. Guess having a flashy horse is just asking for trouble." After seven days and nights on the road, barely two hours of sleep a day, and nerves stretched thin, Serena was in rough shape—and her mood was worse. These idiots picked the wrong target; sucks to be them.
Stay put and be good, little one. Big sis will go deal with those creeps." Serena rubbed her face against Blackcloud Stallion’s flank, signaling it to keep quiet. As for those twelve men...
If they all rushed her at once, she’d be in trouble. Split up, though? She could take them.