The bandits, as if they had escaped from the very gates of hell, bowed profusely before Arthur Lindsey, "Thank you for sparing our lives, thank you for sparing our lives... we will definitely go back and turn over a new leaf..."
Then.
They had learned their lesson and dared not linger any longer, fearing an unexpected hiccup. They got ready to run for it, not caring about their boss who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead.
"Stop!"
A rather young but very cold voice brought them to a halt.
It made a group of rapidly running people suddenly freeze, as if the pause button had been hit.
They stood still, not moving an inch.
The pale-faced representative asked, "Young Master, is there anything else you want us to do?"
"My father Arthur didn't say you could go back."
Julion Johnsons seemed to understand Arthur's thoughts very well, coldly stating on his behalf, "His meaning is, you can live, but you must journey with us, understand?"
"Understood!"
