The caravan continued its journey. The minor thugs they encountered next didn't even dare to show their faces, likely intimidated by the size of the procession or warned by news from ahead.
When they finally arrived at the post station, everyone cheered.
They would rather buy overpriced goods at the post station and get ruthlessly fleeced by the shopkeeper than face those bandits again. Wave after wave, they were being bled dry like harvested crops. If this kept up, their purses wouldn't be able to hold out.
But paying the station's toll was the least troublesome method. After all, this wasn't a one-time journey. They would have to travel this route every year, and they wouldn't always be lucky enough to travel alongside an escort agency.
Gu Kaiyuan, however, knew that this post station was truly corrupt. Soon, everyone would be suffering in silence.
