"Your origins are unclear, please leave. Otherwise, don't blame my blade for being merciless," the guard said bluntly.
"I just want to ask, in which direction did the band of thieves escape? I mean no harm," Lin Zheyu said.
"The thieves fled in that direction."
"However, this group of thieves is pretty strong. About a dozen of them died, and there are still over sixty of them left. I advise you not to overestimate your abilities, lest you lose your life."
The guard pointed in the direction of the forest as he spoke.
"Thank you."
Lin Zheyu cupped his hands towards the guard and Zhao Bin, who was watching from afar, then turned and chased in the direction the guard had indicated.
"He's really chasing after them, truly overestimating himself."
Beside Zhao Bin, a man in his thirties curled his lips and said with a smile.
He had seen plenty like Lin Zheyu, who chased after thieves, yelling and fighting.
