The original alliance between thieves and bandits in southern Xinjiang was brought about by John himself.

So they naturally treat John as their boss.

John frowned slightly, then took a step forward and took a look into the basin.

"Oh my God, it's so tragic!"

"But are you going to kill just a few of them?"

"From what I heard, there were at least 30,000 people. Where are the other Fengxuan warriors? Did they run away?"

John took a general look at the scene in the basin, then frowned and asked.

After hearing what John said, everyone gritted their teeth and fell silent.

Not to mention 30,000 people!

Not even three fucking people!
Chapter completed!