Chapter 210 How Many People Do You Have?

In the evening, night falls, in a hidden valley in Shiwanda Mountain.

The cold wind does not enter, and the bonfires are burning. The flickering fire tried its best to expand the radiation range, and in this way, the majestic mountain village here began to show its majesty.

The hall is crowded with people.

"Hello, hello... First time we meet, I am the leader of the wild wolf group, Wolf Head Tiger."

"Long time, long time... I am the boss of the Ax Bandits, Arthur. The Taoist sent me the bandit number, Little White Dragon on Land."

"Uh... Ahem, I've known you for a long time. Brother Arthur's nickname is really domineering!"

"Haha, is there any? It's all just compliments from brothers on the road... Actually, I think the Great White Dragon on land is better."

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"Hey, brother Tiger, you look bad."

"Uh, oh, the wind blows, the wind blows, hehe... Well, um, is this little brother also in this business?"

"Haha, yes. This is my brother, the bandit named Land Little White Tiger! Well, this time I am taking him out to see the world. As a bandit, of course we have to start from the baby..."

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"Tsk, tsk, brother Tiger, why has your expression changed again? It's freezing cold here, so you need to pay attention. You must know that your body is the capital of robbery!"

"...Thank you, thank you. Well, he is indeed a young talent. I saw an acquaintance there, Brother Arthur, so I went over first."

"Okay, okay... Well, can you introduce us to each other?"

"Uh...this, that..."

.........There was a huge crowd, and all kinds of greetings came and went. It looked like a banquet hall. However, if someone breaks in rashly, they will find that almost everyone here has a bad look. There are also various weapons on his waist, such as axes, broadswords, heavy swords... Yes, there is no doubt that these are all bandits, and they are also the bandits' leader! Well, no matter what, the hall gradually became warmer because of so many people and lively sounds.

Although there are so many bandits gathered here, the atmosphere is still good. Even when they met enemies, they mostly just glared at each other and then looked away, and no one chose to cause trouble on purpose.

By acting like this, it is natural that the bandits' moral index suddenly soared and they became good and law-abiding citizens. But because of the environment here, this is the stronghold of the Storm Bandits.

It is undeniable that the name of the Storm Thieves Group is a bit rustic. But if you look at it from the perspective that it sits in a large village in the valley, has nearly ten thousand thieves under its command, and stands tall on a hundred thousand mountains without falling for decades, this rustic name has undoubtedly become a classic that has been passed down by word of mouth.

The bandits do not obey the empire and are not afraid of the army, but they are in awe of the giants in the same industry. Therefore, the bosses of these small and medium-sized bandit groups are wise enough not to cause fights here.

Everyone knows the current situation of Shiwandashan. There is a reason why the bosses of these bandits are not thinking about how to survive the difficulties in their own villages, but come here to attend the party.

Of course, it doesn't matter if they don't come, because they all received invitations from the Storm Bandits. The content was not stated, but everyone knew in their hearts that they should be discussing how to deal with the Gray Army. As a result, the bandits were naturally more than happy to go.

The reason for this conjecture is that there is a village next to the Storm Bandits. Although the village is not big, there are only about a hundred people. And with the wind's style, he naturally didn't bother to rob it. But it is undeniable that the Storm Bandits are indeed within a range of thirty kilometers, which is in line with the Gray Army's elimination goal.

However, some smart and knowledgeable bandit leaders were murmuring in their hearts. Although the Storm Bandits did indeed pose a potential threat, with their power, how could they be so shameless as to invite other bandit groups to come and help? I'm afraid there's another hidden reason behind this... Bang - Just when the hall was bustling with noise, the side door suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man in a dark cloak walked in with a few followers. He paused, frowned slightly, and glanced around... The hall suddenly fell into silence. Everyone subconsciously avoided the middle-aged man's sight, and some people who were originally sitting involuntarily stood up.

With thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a strong facial contour, he is a middle-aged man with a rather majestic appearance. On the surface, he looks like a high-ranking noble or general, but in fact, he is Breno, the leader of the Storm Bandits.

Seemingly satisfied with the effect, Breno nodded and then walked towards the large seat opposite the door in the hall. Stand still, turn around, raise your hands, these simple actions are full of momentum.

"Good evening fellow leaders. I am Breno from the Storm Bandits. Thank you all for giving me the honor to attend this party." He paused, bowed slightly, and then waved his hand: "Please sit down!"

This is not the parliament hall, so the bandits naturally have no sense of clapping and respecting each other. However, the silent atmosphere and the crowds of people who continued to work together still showed the domineering aura displayed by the middle-aged man's movements.

Breno sat calmly behind the middle seat, said nothing, and waved his hand to the side.

A guard immediately stepped forward, took out a piece of paper and read: "In the past five days, more than a hundred bandit groups, large and small, have disappeared in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. The number of people who died is about 60,000...and these are just our preliminary investigations. As a result, far more than that actually disappeared.”

After saying this, the guard stepped back. There was some small commotion in the hall. The bandit leaders moved in their seats a few times as if they were feeling uncomfortable. They looked at each other with unconcealed shock in their eyes.

Although they knew that many of their colleagues had been eliminated in the past few days, they had not made any systematic statistics. Now after hearing these horrifying data, I feel even more frightened.

"Ahem!" He cleared his throat and suppressed the discussion in the hall. Breno's expression became solemn, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "The actual situation is also clear. The purpose of inviting everyone here this time is very simple, which is to discuss how to deal with the Gray Army."

After the words fell, the hall was silent for a while, and then a voice rang out, "What else is there to discuss? We listen to Boss Breno. As long as you are willing to come out and gather the strength of all of us, the little gray army will be a fart!"

"I agree with that."

"Yes, Boss Breno, just speak, we will listen to you."

... All the bandits nodded in response. This was what they had thought when they came before. The Gray Army is no better than the regular army. When the regular army encircles and suppresses them, all the bandit groups, no matter how big or small, can only hide because they know how powerful the empire's troops are. But the Gray Army is different, no matter how happy they are dancing now. As long as the Storm Bandits are willing to take the lead, and with the nods of approval from more than a hundred of their fellow leaders, their strength will be at least 100,000. In this way, there is no need to mobilize other people to deal with the unknown gray-clothed army.

"Okay!" Breno simply patted the seat and stood up, and said with awe, "Then I will solemnly promise here today that this attack on the Gray Army will be counted as a share of the Storm Thieves Group."

"Haha, that's how it should be. Boss Breno, we are taking you as the leader this time, and whatever you say will be what it is."

"We also agree to join. This gray-clothed army is really too rampant. If they don't show some strength, they don't know who is the real master of the Hundred Thousand Mountains!"

...The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became heated. No matter what the reason was, all the bandits agreed to join the attack on the Gray Army.

As for the leader of this operation, it must be Breno and his group of Storm Bandits, and no one has any objections to this. The bandits are a business of the weak and the strong. With great power and many gangs, he is naturally the boss.

Seeing the situation in the hall, Breno nodded slightly and spoke again: "Since everyone has decided to join, I propose to form a thieves alliance. The purpose of this alliance is to eliminate those existences that harm our interests. Haha..."

Having said this, Breno chuckled and glanced around: "Of course, according to the unwritten rules of our industry. I must be the boss of this alliance."

"That's natural. If you don't accept this position, who else can take it?"

"I agree!"

"I disagree!"

"Neither do I...eh?"

...In just a few seconds, the bustling hall fell into an eerie silence again. The bandit leaders turned their heads one after another, looking for the source of the "I disagree" in surprise.

"I don't agree!" There was no need to look around, because the man stood up for himself. This is a young man with an ordinary face and a huge pair of axes on his waist.

Breno's expression darkened, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked at the man intently: "You don't agree... Well, who are you?"

"I am the boss of the Ax Thieves Group." The young man straightened his back deliberately. Under the light, the two axes on his waist were shiny and clean. "I am the one who is nicknamed the Little White Dragon on the Land!" After saying this, , turned around and saluted briefly in all directions.

Little white dragon on land? How could such a fool come out of nowhere... The bandit leaders shook their heads slightly and couldn't help but curl their lips. When you go out to hang out, what you need to pay attention to is your sharp eyesight. In this situation, even if you disagree, you can't say it in front of so many people. Where do you want Boss Breno to show his face? Isn't this just asking for death... "Axe Thieves Group?" Breno's brows deepened. To be honest, he had never heard of it, but he didn't get angry on the spot. "How many people do you have?"

There is no doubt that this is a very tacky question. But bandits are so haughty. As Breno said just now, this is an unwritten rule.

The young man scratched his hair, seemed to think for a moment, and finally answered: "More than forty."

As soon as he finished speaking, Breno's hard face darkened instantly, and his eyes were filled with coldness.

Wow - the hall was in commotion again, but this time there was mostly laughter.

"Are you sure this guy didn't come to the wrong place? There are more than forty people... damn, when I started my business, there were at least a hundred people following me."

"Isn't this... uh, teasing Boss Breno? Tsk, tsk, are all the young people today so brave and seeking death?"

"Mom, there must be something wrong with your head. I was almost speechless when I greeted him just now..."

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