Chapter 1

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"Get up, get up! The boss said that from today on, the bandit camp needs to strengthen its defenses to prevent the imperial army from attacking. If there’s any mistake, all of our lives will be at risk."

A small leader, dressed in gaudy clothes, was constantly kicking the bandits at the entrance of the bandit camp.

Indeed, they were bandits. To ordinary people, this place was a den of wolves. To the imperial court and the martial artists, it was a dragon’s lair and a tiger’s den.

The small leader looked somewhat refined, but his gaudy clothes made him look out of place.

Seeing the still lazy bandits, the small leader couldn’t help but punch and kick them again. These bandits were used to being lazy. In the past month, they didn’t know what the boss was up to, insisting on full alert.

Usually, these bandits were lazy and did nothing but eat and drink, doing all sorts of effortless business. They couldn’t bear such hardship. After a month of constant vigilance, nothing had happened, so they became lax, leaning lazily against the walls, unwilling to stand up.

"Little Boss, you don’t know our suffering. We’ve been here day and night, enduring the cold wind. In a month, I’ve lost three pounds. If this continues, we’ll all be dead. And you know, nothing has happened in this month. This alert is really unnecessary and exhausting."

One of the bandits, who looked slightly chubby, spoke to the small leader. This guy wasn’t three hundred pounds, but he was definitely over two hundred and fifty.

Chen Jiu, the small leader, looked at this guy who was being unreasonable and was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Although the bandits had a strict hierarchy, they usually drank and ate together, treating each other like brothers. If he really scolded them harshly, it would hurt their feelings.

Chen Jiu rubbed his nose and smiled, "You guys are slacking off here. I can let it slide, but if the boss finds out, you’ll get a beating, and three hundred punishment sticks are inevitable."

At the mention of three hundred punishment sticks, the bandits guarding the gate quickly jumped up, looking around nervously, and then turned to Chen Jiu, "Little Boss, with our relationship, you won’t go to the boss and report us, right?"

Chen Jiu rolled his eyes and said seriously, "We may be close, but this time it’s different. The boss has repeatedly emphasized this. If you mess up and the boss finds out, no one can protect you."

The bandits stood up, and the fat one leaned in, "Little Boss, do you think something big has happened in our camp? Otherwise, we’ve never been this strict before."

Chen Jiu’s eyelids twitched, and he glared at the fat one, "Fat pig, don’t ask what you shouldn’t, and don’t pry into what you shouldn’t. This is not something you should know. Be careful with your head."

The fat bandit shrank back, "It can’t be that we’ve offended the imperial court, right?"

Chen Jiu shook his head, "Our camp is far from the imperial court and even disrupts its peace, but the court doesn’t care about us. As long as we don’t really anger them, we’ll be fine."

Chen Jiu looked around and then lowered his voice, "This time, it’s even more troublesome than offending the imperial court. If you feel it’s not right, run away. I don’t think we can get through this."

After saying this, Chen Jiu acted as if he hadn’t said anything, looking at the bandits who were barely roused, "Good, good, that’s more like it. Don’t worry, I’ll speak up for you to the boss."

With that, Chen Jiu turned and slowly walked into the camp.

Looking at the white clouds in the sky, Chen Jiu was lost in thought. He didn’t know how he ended up in this world, or how he became a bandit for eight years.

In his previous life, as a top assassin, Chen Jiu was an expert in various fields. But during a mission, he accidentally came to this world.

At that time, Chen Jiu felt he was about to die, almost frozen to death.

He possessed the body of a six-year-old beggar, who had already fainted from hunger three times, with no strength to walk, let alone beg or do anything to earn money.

But just as Chen Jiu was about to leave this world again, the sound of hooves came from afar, and he met the boss, becoming a small bandit in Qinglong Mountain.

Qinglong Mountain, a mountain that was neither too big nor too small, was a natural fortress, easy to defend but hard to attack. No one knew how these bandits found this place.

Qinglong Camp, though the name was simple, had over 1,700 bandits. These bandits were skilled in murder and arson, and there were many notorious bandits. It was a den of filth and corruption.

Within a hundred miles, any merchant caravan passing through had to pay a "tax," though the tax was not high.

Fortunately, Qinglong Mountain was a key route connecting the north and south, and even led to foreign lands. Although each caravan only paid one percent, the profit was still substantial, enough to support all the bandits in the mountain.

Chen Jiu had settled here, indeed, he had put down roots.

Unfamiliar with this world, Chen Jiu didn’t know what he could do besides killing. Whether the skills from his previous life would work here was uncertain. At least in Qinglong Mountain, he didn’t have to worry about starving to death.

What? You think he could still be an assassin?

Without an organization to assign tasks or handle the aftermath, being an assassin alone was impossible. Moreover, this world had high martial prowess. Chen Jiu had once seen the boss punch a piece of bluestone into powder. If that hit a person, even nine lives wouldn’t be enough to survive.

Chen Jiu had the skills to kill, but his martial prowess was very low. The body he possessed had many hidden illnesses due to years of malnutrition and hunger.

The only thing he could rely on was his superior knowledge. Over the past eight years, Chen Jiu had begun to stand out, offering strategies to the boss and planning flawless robberies. The imperial court had no clue that Qinglong Camp was behind these incidents.

Thus, Chen Jiu became famous, invited by the boss to be his strategist and advisor. Chen Jiu began his journey as a bandit.

Being a bandit was not easy, especially a bandit with no martial prowess. If not for Chen Jiu’s superior intelligence, he would still be a small lackey.

With a light sigh, Chen Jiu shrank his head. This time, the boss had gotten into trouble. During the last robbery, they thought it was just a regular merchant, but it turned out to be goods intended for the Fangxian Sect.

Chen Jiu didn’t know how powerful the Fangxian Sect was, but a force that could make a fearless hero like the boss tremble must be significant, even more so than the imperial court.

The goods were still in the camp’s warehouse. The boss was hesitant, unsure whether to return the goods to the Fangxian Sect and let the matter pass.

Climbing a stone staircase, Chen Jiu looked at the distant mountains, covered in snow. It was almost the New Year. There were hardly any travelers now, as everyone was waiting for the New Year. After the New Year, the snow would melt, and the roads would be safer.

Regardless of what the travelers thought, Chen Jiu knew the camp was almost out of food. Without distributing the Fangxian Sect’s goods, they couldn’t celebrate the New Year.

There were no good people in the camp. Without New Year’s goods, or if the goods were not distributed, the bandits and notorious bandits would be discontent. They might even rebel. Only a leader who could feed them would be recognized as the boss.

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