After all, it is glistening silver, traveling the Western Regions and rushing thousands of miles just for wealth. Who wouldn't be interested in silver? In the past, if a caravan encountered such a situation, according to the rules, everyone would share equally, after all, traveling together is a laborious journey, and sometimes, they inevitably depend on each other for survival. The wealthy merchant who set this rule back then had good intentions, but now that they were not far from Xiong City, and this batch of goods was extremely valuable, the thought of dividing it further, even adding one more person to share, felt painful, as if a dagger had deeply stabbed into the heart. But these people were veterans, acquainted with many merchants and guards, and knew this rule as well. This line of work values reputation greatly, and if the matter were to be leaked, forget about continuing in this business. Ma Yu was feeling distressed when a silent man nearby suddenly said, "Something's not right... all of us are worried and fearful because of Brother Zhou's matter, extremely tense, yet why is there one person who's not worried at all?" Ma Yu's eyes lit up slightly and instinctively looked towards the black-clad youth there; the latter was helping Ma Shun with his load and paused slightly upon hearing, but did not turn around. Someone nearby realized that it was impossible to offend their fellow travelers here, as that would ruin their business. However, there was one person who was not in this line of work, didn't know the rules, nor recognized the other merchants, so they chimed in: "Hmm, who's so strange? How come I haven't noticed?" Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on noⅴelfire.net "Of course, you haven't noticed, the person couldn't care less about talking to everyone. If they don't talk to us, how would we notice?" "You all know who this person is—he didn't react this time, and even last time, when something happened to Brother Sun Ren, he didn't react. No, he wasn't even there!" Someone deliberately asked curiously: "When Brother Sun Ren had his mishap, that person wasn't here, which is understandable, but today, Brother Zhou Chao, who's leading everyone, is missing. That's a huge deal; how come he doesn't react?" "Could it be that he already knew about Brother Zhou Chao's matter?" "Doesn't this make him an insider?" A round-faced chubby man stroked the beard on his chin, swaying his head, said: "Strange, strange indeed, but let's not jump to conclusions. Perhaps that person is truly born with some defect and cannot show any reaction." Someone next to him added, "But we can't use such a simple reason to put the lives of these over forty caravan members in such a dangerous situation." "Bitter, bitter indeed, but isn't it unfair to this brother?" "In this urgent situation, what can be done? If this brother can leave by himself, we could certainly give him some provisions and a waterskin, and no matter how weak the horse might be, it would surely make it to Xiong City before he starves." Everyone spoke one after another, forming an invisible encirclement, cold eyes focusing on the center, suffocating emptiness enveloped the person in the middle. Ma Yu noticed that Wang Anfeng seemed to have sighed. Someone nearby stepped forward, pressing coldly, "Pharmacist, there's no need for us to speak harshly, right? If you have any sense, you should leave now; otherwise, don't blame us if we take action. It's all for the sake of life and family; don't hold any grudges in your heart." "Afterwards, the travel expenses, food, and water won't be lacking." "Why are you being so polite to him?! Just throw him behind, won't that do? You're still planning to give him silver?" Before this, a tall guard was already muttering under his breath, reaching out his hand. Naturally, they knew the pharmacist before them couldn't be an insider killer. Zhou Chao was a martial artist of the Seventh Rank, capable of short-distance leaps with his strong movement technique. How could such a pharmacist, who couldn't even wield a real blade, have killed him? But it was a matter of those three wagons full of glistening silver... They didn't want to harm lives, just wanted one less person to share the silver with. They saw the expert close to reaching the Eighth Rank reaching out with a fan-like right hand towards the young man's shoulder in front, and some people's gazes already irrepressibly drifted to the carriage, wondering how much silver they could get. Even if it's a little less, a little less will do, as the extra could buy some jewelry for their daughter at home, so she won't suffer once married, and then buy some ginseng for the old father to nourish his body. But before some people could turn their heads, they saw the black-clad youth still with his back to the crowd, swinging a 'feebly floating' black blade with his right hand backward. The approaching man laughed heartily, saying, "He's planning to use this paper-thin thing against Grandpa me?" "Watch me smash your little toy!" Power infused into his right fist, roaring like a tiger as he avoided the shimmering blade and struck firmly on the blade surface. This method breaks the blade move with the least force, and he wore a composed expression on his face until his fist crashed onto the blade surface, with a distinct metallic ring. The smile on the man's face suddenly froze. Intense pain devoured his right hand in an instant, the rising slash of the black blade unchanged, fiercely slapping him on the mouth. The stout eight-foot tall man flew backward weightlessly, teeth dislodged, mouth full of blood, halted for a few breaths, then crashed onto a carriage with a loud thud. The Mo Blade's edge slightly quivered, the metallic resonance pulling everyone's thoughts back.