Then, he shut his mouth and stopped talking, pulling Qin Ming forward as they walked.
Qin Ming, of course, knew of these two bandits, especially since he had heard plenty of rumors about them recently – they were fourth time Newcomers, among the strongest in the local organization.
What were these two doing in Dalie Valley, and did they have something to do with that black mist? He wondered suspiciously.
"Hurry up and get over here!" a bandit barked.
"We just want to go hunting in the mountains; we're merely passing through," Old Man Liu said in a humble tone.
The two bandits, around forty years old, had cold and piercing eyes; one of them grabbed Old Man Liu by the collar and hoisted him up.
"Even though you're a Newcomer, you're too old to be of any use!" The bandit offered his opinion, then threw Old Man Liu to the side, causing him to almost lose his balance and fall.
He came up to Qin Ming and said, "You're so young to be a Newcomer; not bad."
