Toward Lang Liefeng’s inquiry, Bill Hawke’s eyes flickered slightly, glancing over the expressions of the other sand bandits.
He hadn’t forgotten the special reminder given by Manager Ubirus upon their departure.
Among the sand bandits, there was a traitor, someone from the Apocalypse Society, plotting to cooperate with the society to smuggle away the hard-acquired batch of weapons.
Bill Hawke naturally wanted to avoid such an outcome.
In terms of Lang Liefeng’s loyalty, Bill Hawke understood well; this guy was greedy, selfish, and lustful.
Given his character, making him a believer in the Apocalypse Society would be as likely as pigs flying.
He only took from others; expecting him to selflessly contribute to a cult was evidently impossible.
Facing Lang Liefeng’s inquiry, Bill Hawke clapped him on the shoulder and said, "Where’s that batch of weapons we entrusted you with now?"
When mentioning that batch of weapons, Lang Liefeng shivered. It was only after seizing that batch that he learned it belonged to An Nishang.
The woman’s renown was well-known even outside the city.
The vast majority of bandits wouldn’t attack any armed convoy associated with An Nishang.
A person’s reputation, like the shadows of a tree.
Her vengeance, even Lang Liefeng couldn’t bear to face, it felt chilling to his core.
Once in this Desert of Death, apart from Lang Liefeng himself, there was another group of sand bandits, all because they blindlessly robbed An Nishang’s belongings.
An Nishang personally led people to wipe them out, skinning and drawing tendons from all survivors in the entire camp, their skins crafted into flags through special means.
Planted atop the original camp, fluttering in the wind.
It was truly a hellish scene.
Lang Liefeng had seen it with his own eyes, a memory impossible to forget. Honestly, even among their band of bandits, none were as ruthless as An Nishang.
If he had known earlier that this batch of weapons belonged to An Nishang, Lang Liefeng wouldn’t have dared to touch them.
It was Tasting Commerce Association that set him up; after all, before going to intercept those weapons, the damn Tasting Commerce Association didn’t inform him that they belonged to An Nishang.
But what’s done is done, what else could he do?
Lang Liefeng only dared to stash those weapons in a place while continuously hoping Tasting Commerce Association would take them away soon. He didn’t want to keep this hot potato in his camp.
If it were still the past, Lang Liefeng might have sneakily taken a little for personal gain.
But he dared not touch this batch, not having any extra thoughts at all.
Now, upon hearing Bill Hawke’s inquiry, Lang Liefeng naturally assumed Bill Hawke had come to take the weapons away, and his heart was relieved of a heavy burden. He immediately laughed, "Captain Bill, don’t worry, the weapons are still just as before, just sitting there! Captain Bill, are you here to take them away? I’ll have them brought out right away!" Official source is NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Bill Hawke shook his head, scanning the surroundings once more, then pulled Lang Liefeng closer and whispered, "The commerce association received a message, there’s a traitor in your camp, a believer of the Apocalypse Society. The society has sent their army and is about to arrive to seize those weapons!"
"I’m here to help you protect these weapons."
Upon hearing this, Lang Liefeng shivered, his eyes briefly filled with disbelief, instinctively retorting, "Captain Bill, there must be some mistake in your intelligence, right? How could this be possible?
I know the character of my men; each one... they’re all goddamn hungry wolves.
I’ve heard of the cursed Apocalypse Society, brainwashing people to willingly die for their so-called Master of Revelation.
How could my men possibly give their lives to anyone else?"
Bill Hawke glanced at him and said, "Regardless of whether the intelligence is true or false, if these weapons are lost due to it, do you think you and I can bear such responsibility?"
Lang Liefeng shivered again.
He had a clear self-awareness; against the enormous commerce association, he was undoubtedly a mere ant.
Bill Hawke said, "If you don’t want to die, if you want nothing unexpected to occur, you need to gather your men. I want to inspect personally to find out who the damn believers of the Apocalypse Society are.
Our intelligence suggests the enemy intends on an inside-and-outside collaboration to wipe out your sand bandits entirely.
I also don’t believe the Apocalypse Society can brainwash a lot of bandits, it’s more likely they brainwashed a high-ranking leader among your sand bandits. Gather your management; I’ll personally interrogate!"
Lang Liefeng dared not refute, nodding loyally, and then turned to shout at his men, "Get the second to the eighth leaders, summon them all here to meet our esteemed guest!"
Just as his subordinates acknowledged with a nod and were about to leave, a booming sound suddenly filled everyone’s ears.
At the moment the sound was heard, a whistling noise erupted in the sky, something seemed to plunge straight down from above, tearing through the air with a screeching sound.
Bill Hawke and Lang Liefeng, upon hearing the loud noise, were momentarily stunned, but as seasoned warriors, their expressions quickly changed dramatically in the next second.