The man took a deep breath to suppress his irritation and said in a deep voice, "Put the stuff down, we're leaving!"
The bandits looked at each other, showing unwilling expressions on their faces. They had lost several brothers to rob these things.
Gritting their teeth, the bandits put down the loot, lifted their leader's body, and dashed into the forest.
Lin Zheyu slowly emerged from the forest, picking up the items on the ground.
He counted the spoils, which were not many, mostly gold, silver articles, and jewelry.
The bandits had robbed only valuable items.
Lin Zheyu estimated they would probably fetch eighty to a hundred taels of silver.
"These bandits really had it tough, risking their lives to barely snatch about a hundred taels of silver's worth of goods, only to have them taken by me,"
Lin Zheyu muttered.
He didn't feel particularly guilty, just a bit sentimental.
