He crossed the pathless area in one go, leaping over the rocks.
Then, he saw an open space suitable for a campsite.
"Hand over all your valuables!"
"We already paid the toll!"
"Ahhh!"
At a glance, it was clear that bandits, practically labeled as such on their foreheads, were attacking the escort group.
What caught Jin Cheon-hee's eyes were corpses.
Not just any corpses, but those of ordinary villagers, the kind you could see anywhere in the village.
At the same time, the stench of blood and the foul odor of spilled entrails stabbed into his nostrils.
The number of dead had already surpassed twenty.
From those who looked like bandits to the escorts and even those who hadn’t learned martial arts, all had fallen to the blade.
Jin Cheon-hee clenched his teeth involuntarily.
It was inevitable.
As a former doctor, seeing the reality of this world where human rights were nonexistent, it would be stranger not to feel anger.
"Please, please spare us. We have no more money."
"Don’t talk nonsense. Merchants like you always have more to give. Or… hehehe… hand over the people."
The bandit looked at the villagers with a sticky gaze.
Among the group were women and children.
It seemed this wasn’t just a simple escort mission.
The bandits had already surrounded the people.
Nine escorts and thirty-two villagers remained alive.