The old steward's words made Lu Yan laugh, eyeing the old man with a touch of disdain, "You? The second-in-command?
What kind of bandit group is this? A bunch of the old, the weak, the sick, and the infirm, robbing people on the road, so pitiful that people just leave their loose change and small silver for you?!
Before telling such lies, you should at least look in a mirror and listen to how outrageous your nonsense sounds!"
"Gentlemen, even if I were given a couple more courage, I wouldn't dare to joke around with you!" The old steward said miserably, almost in tears, "I really was the second-in-command in the bandit group!
I was a village rascal who ended up in trouble, feared being caught by the government, so I ran off to become a bandit. I wasn't even forty back then; I was in my prime.
