Perched on his horse, Feng Yuncheng wore a cold sneer. "Don't worry, we at the Wind Evil Stronghold are all about rules. As long as the full ransom is paid, down to the last cent, your goods will be returned to you untouched."
"Cut the crap! We're paying on delivery, so where are our goods?" Yu Fujiu stared daggers at him, sneering coldly and refusing to back down an inch.
Feng Yuncheng didn't answer directly, his mocking gaze sweeping over the four of them.
"You're Yu Fujiu of the Yu family. This one is Xie Yong from the Jian'an Prefecture's Golden Tiger Caravan. And you two must be the ones from Black Stone City?"
His gaze landed brazenly on Su Yu and Lin Wanzhu, his tone laced with contempt and ridicule. "Back in Black Stone City, the Black Lotus Sect's army is about to trample everything to dust. Shouldn't you be at home waiting to collect corpses instead of coming all the way to Linyuan City to join the commotion?"
