Stetson gave a kill order on the spot.

A scar-faced woman with a cold, vicious look rushed out from the side, and the curved blade in her hand moved like the Grim Reaper's scythe. Blood sprayed everywhere, and Stetson's men fell one after another, dead beyond any doubt.

Only then did real panic creep into Stetson's chest.

These people were far too strong. There was no way they were ordinary bandits or highway robbers.

He started to wonder if they were from the Church. Then again, the way they were dressed did not match at all.

Just as Stetson wavered, debating whether he should cut his losses and run, a calm voice suddenly sounded right beside his ear.

"Give up resisting, drop all your supplies, and I will spare your life. I will only say this once. You have three seconds to decide."

Stetson jolted in shock, and even the fat at the back of his neck started trembling.

"Who's there?"

He was just a merchant by trade with pathetic combat skills. There was no way he could fight his