Liao Ran's hand was already touching the weapon hanging at his waist. He and Wen Zhuo were not afraid of the sudden danger, but they were worried about the safety of Autumn Fruit, Liao Ling, and Ming'er. The opponents were not friendly, and there were many of them. They were not completely sure that they could protect them while confronting the enemy.
Wen Zhuo looked at Fang Ran and whispered to stop him from making a move.
"Senior Brother, it seems that they're not ordinary mountain villains. They're obviously first-rate killers. Don't be impulsive. Let me check on them first."
Liao Ran slightly loosened his grip on the saber and nodded at Wen Zhuo. Wen Zhuo took a few steps forward, cupped his fists, and politely spoke to the black-clothed masked men in front of him.
"Brothers, I am
