This was Gu Gaoxu going easy on them, felling them all with his bare hands.
Even the four Personal Guards Gu Ziye had brought along exchanged glances, saying nothing.
Lu Yuan hopped off the carriage and strode over to Gu Gaoxu. "What's going on?" he asked.
Gu Gaoxu turned to Lu Yuan, who had just caught up. "It's nothing," he said. "Just a few petty thieves blocking the road. They mistook me for you, so I gave them a good thrashing."
Lu Yuan crouched in front of one of the bandits and grabbed his chin. "Who sent you?" he asked. "How did you know I would be passing through here today?"
The bandit's face flushed crimson. Lu Yuan's grip was powerful, his strength now far surpassing that of an ordinary strongman.
The bandit struggled to speak, stammering, "We... we don't know any Lord Lu. We heard from the bandits on the mountain that a rich, pale-faced Scholar named Lord Lu would be passing this way in the next few days, so we came to wait."
