Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

That's not all, there are two more lying next to them.

A glint of greed flashed in Lin Mo's eyes, and he quickly went up to open the blind box.

He ran to another person and groped around again.

Seven taels!

Lin Mo was overjoyed.

Then, he walked up to the one-eyed man who was in charge.

"You...you stay away!"

One-Eyed Biao struggled on the ground; he had lost all feeling in his lower body.

All they could do was frantically dig at the ground with their hands, trying to crawl away from this demon.

Lin Mo stepped on his back, pressing him firmly to the ground. Ignoring his muffled groans, he reached out and carefully explored his body.

This guy is at least a leader.

Surely he's a bit richer than those two lackeys?

"You, you let me go!"

Snapped!

"Shut up."

Lin Mo gave One-Eyed Biao a large bag and continued to plunder.

Suddenly, his fingers touched a soft, smooth piece of fabric.

When I took it out, it was a brand new pink bib, made of gauze, with a few alluring little flowers embroidered on it.

"Tch, what a twisted sense of humor."

Lin Mo glanced at One-Eyed Biao with disdain and casually stuffed the undergarment into his pocket.

"You! Let me tell you! You've messed with Black Wind Stronghold, and our leader won't let you get away with this!"

Snapped!

Snapped!

One-Eyed Biao's face was completely swollen.

He dared not utter another word.

Lin Mo's hand continued downwards, reaching the other person's waist, before suddenly stopping.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

He roughly pulled out a heavy, bulging money bag!

He roughly pulled out a heavy money bag.

He tore open the bag, and his hands were covered with gleaming silver ingots and copper coins. He quickly scanned them and found a full eighteen taels!

What the hell!

Lin Mo's breathing became heavy.

Do bandits really make money like this?!

These three oddballs were found to have nearly thirty taels of silver on them!

Lin Mo grinned, in a very good mood.

He squatted down and used the money bag to gently pat the swollen cheek of One-Eyed Biao.

"For the sake of this much money, I'll let bygones be bygones for how you scared me earlier."

"Thank... thank you for sparing my life, sir..." One-Eyed Biao begged incoherently, his body trembling like a leaf.

"Alright, we're even!"

Lin Mo put the money pouch away with satisfaction, stood up, and brushed the dust off his hands.

"I'm leaving now. My wives are waiting for me to come home for lunch."

After saying that, Lin Mo turned and left, decisively and cleanly.

One-Eyed Biao collapsed to the ground, finally exhaling a breath of stale air. The relief of surviving the ordeal made his whole body weak.

Damn it, you just wait!

You dare to mess with our Black Wind Stronghold? Once we find out your background, the stronghold chief will tear you to pieces!

One-Eyed Biao cursed wildly in his heart.

But the ruthless figure, who had only taken a few steps, suddenly stopped.

"Wait... what did you just say?"

One-Eyed Biao's heart skipped a beat, almost jumping out of his throat.

He...he heard it?

I was thinking it in my heart!

Lin Mo slowly turned around and walked back.

He squatted down again in front of One-Eyed Biao, his handsome face now devoid of any smile.

"You just mentioned Black Wind Stronghold?"

He stared straight at One-Eyed Biao, his voice low and deep.

"Where is it? Is it far from here? Is it a lot of money?"

A barrage of questions rained down on him, making One-Eyed Biao's skin crawl and his mind go blank.

He blurted out instinctively, "No...not far, just halfway up the mountain behind. Lots of silver...of course!"

"Our Black Wind Stronghold is one of the top strongholds on this mountain! What, you want to join us?"

After hearing this, Lin Mo's lips curled into a smile.

Without saying a word, he reached out and grabbed One-Eyed Biao by the collar, forcefully lifting him off the ground.

"Come on, lead the way."

……

As noon approached, Black Wind Village was bustling with noise.

The entire village was filled with the strong smell of alcohol and the aroma of roasted meat.

Several large tables were scattered haphazardly in the courtyard, where the bandits, shirtless and with ruddy faces, were sitting together eating and drinking heartily.

"Boss, you're awesome! That was a great job!"

"Haha! Those bastards in the city, they're completely outmaneuvered by us!"

"Drink! We're not leaving until we're drunk!"

In a corner of the courtyard, seven or eight well-dressed businessmen were locked in a rough wooden cage.

Several large boxes were piled up next to him, clearly the spoils of this battle.

Gentlemen, heroes... I have an elderly mother to care for and children to raise..."

Inside the cage, a middle-aged businessman knelt on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

"Take all the goods; they were all tributes to you gentlemen. Please, spare my life!"

Snapped!

A porcelain bowl slammed hard against the wooden cage and shattered.

A sharp shard of porcelain grazed the merchant's cheek, leaving a trail of blood.

"Damn it, shut up!"

A drunken bandit stood up, carrying a wine jar, and pointed at the cage, cursing.

"If you dare to yell again and ruin our drinking session, I'll chop off your hand right now!"

The wailing in the cage stopped abruptly, leaving only suppressed sobs.

Behind the hillside not far from the village.

Lin Mo lay prone in the grass, taking in the entire scene of the village.

Beside him, One-Eyed Biao was tightly bound with a thick hemp rope, his mouth stuffed with a wad of dark cloth, desperately making "woo-woo" sounds, his face full of despair.

The rope was found by Lin Mo on One-Eyed Biao.

That wad of cloth was torn from One-Eyed Biao's foot.

Lin Mo glanced at him with disdain, thinking to herself that the smell was really strong and he hadn't washed his feet for days.

He turned his gaze away and carefully observed the situation in the village.

The village wasn't big; it was just a courtyard enclosed by wood.

On the watchtower, a bandit's head bobbed as he slept soundly.

There were about twenty-five or twenty-six bandits in the entire village.

At this moment, most of them were so drunk that they were staggering and unsteady on their feet.

A burly man with a thick beard and a face full of scars was snoring on the table, drooling all over it.

This must be the leader of Black Wind Stronghold.

Two disheveled young women stood beside him, trembling and fanning him, their faces filled with terror.

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes.

What a golden opportunity!

He originally just wanted to come and scout out the location and get a feel for the situation.

After all, he had just received thirty taels of silver, enough for his family to live on for a while, so there was no need to rush into taking any risks.

But given the current situation...

This gang of bandits just pulled off a big heist and are having a victory celebration.

They were all dead drunk; weren't they just like packages delivered to our door?

Lin Mo's heart began to race.

Don't miss out.

Take a gamble, and your bicycle might turn into a motorcycle?

He quickly calculated in his mind.

These twenty-odd bandits, when they're awake, should be difficult for me to deal with.

But now, they are just more than twenty pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

It's done!

So that my wives can eat meat every day in the future, and so that my lower body can be born happy...

The risk was worth it!

Having made up his mind, Lin Mo turned his head and looked at the one-eyed thief still writhing beside him.

"What's your name again?"

"Waaaaah! Waaaaah!"

One-Eyed Biao stared wide-eyed at his single eye, shaking his head desperately, his voice full of pleading.

Lin Mo shook his head: "Never mind, what you call me isn't important."

He patted the one-eyed man on the shoulder, his tone sincere.

"Brother, you've committed many evil deeds in this life. May you be reborn as a good person in your next life."

One-Eyed Leopard's pupils suddenly contracted.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, One-Eyed Biao's head tilted to an odd angle, his body twitched twice, and then he fell silent.

Lin Mo stood up, brushed the grass clippings off his clothes, and stretched his arms and legs.

Then, they quietly made their way towards the mountain stronghold.