While the villagers of Chixia Village were all immersed in the revelry of the Daton Festival,
the six-person gang hidden deep in the Chixia Mountain began to organize their belongings and stealthily descend the mountain.
The man with the scarred face led the team, constantly remaining highly vigilant.
Those behind him were relatively more relaxed.
Seeing how tense their boss was, Yan Dabiao, stroking his full goatee, said, "Boss, why are you so cautious? I've already scouted with the brothers, and there isn't a soul on the mountain. The people from Chixia Village are probably all drunk by now. Even if we fired a shot here, no one would notice."
Chen Xing's expression remained cold and stern.
"If you dare fire a shot, I'll cripple you right now!"
Yan Dabiao pouted, "Got it."
Then he turned his head toward the others and said,
