So many bandits, if I charge out directly, there's indeed the risk of being surrounded and exhausted.
Chu Ming pondered briefly, his figure flickering as he stealthily moved to the place where the Black Wind Stronghold stored supplies.
First, he took most of the kerosene and sprinkled it around the Black Wind Stronghold, paying particular attention to a few exits, where he applied more oil.
Inside the stronghold.
"Did anyone smell something?" a patrolling bandit took a few sniffs of the air.
"A woman's scent?"
"Seems like it..."
Chu Ming, hidden in the shadows, remained expressionless as he lit a fire...
"Kerosene, fire!"
"Not good!"
"Fire's broken out, put it out quickly."
"Call people, call people, it's on fire!"
Chaos erupted first in this spot, and before long, the entire stronghold was in turmoil, with cries echoing everywhere.
Clamoring, noisy, a large number of gang members frantically fetching water to extinguish the fire.
