An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

Standing next to Xu Zize, he looked in the dim moonlight. He saw that the five men in black hadn't surrounded him, but each held a fully drawn bow, their arrows gleaming coldly in the moonlight. The bows and arrows were uniform in shape, their feathers neatly trimmed; they were definitely not the equipment of ordinary bandits.

Perhaps because they didn't look like bad guys and were just two half-grown children, one of the men in black, who seemed to be the leader, took a half step forward and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Where are you going in the middle of the night? Tell me your name!" Although his voice was deliberately low, it carried a well-trained authority, and every word was clearly pronounced.

Jing Chunxi was fuming. How dare these roadblocks question them? "You bastards! How dare you run wild on our territory!" She shouted, her left hand already clutching the drug bag, her right hand's hidden arrow ready to fire, and she was about to rush forward.

Xu Zize was quick-witted and swift-handed. He grabbed her collar and pulled her back like a kitten. His palm was broad and strong, and the pull made Jing Chunxi stumble and glare at him in dissatisfaction.

"They're probably not bandits." Xu Zize's lips were almost next to Jing Chunxi's ear, his voice so soft that only she could hear it. "Bandits can't enter Shibaao, nor would they dare to cause trouble there." He paused, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's as he scanned the men in black. "Look at the way they draw their bows."

Jing Chunxi finally calmed down and carefully observed the five people opposite her. They all drew their bows in unison, each with their left foot half a step forward, their right knee slightly bent, the bowstring drawn to their ear, the arrows steadily aimed at her and Xu Zize's vital points.

This standard military archery posture was exactly the same as her grandfather had taught her, and it was definitely not something a mob of bandits could imitate. Furthermore, although they had their bowstrings fully drawn, they hesitated to release their arrows, as if waiting for some order.

Jing Chunxi suddenly realized that what the man in black had just said was "tell me your name", not the jargon that bandits usually say, such as "leave a bribe".

"You are the Jing Family Army." Xu Zize blurted out before Jing Chunxi could fully comprehend what was going on. His voice was loud and clear, causing a slight echo in the valley.

Then he added, "They are one of us." He said this with great solemnity, and at the same time slowly pointed the tip of the big knife in his hand downwards, making a friendly gesture.

The men in black remained motionless and unresponsive. They remained in their shooting poses like statues, their clothing fluttering in the night breeze the only sign of life. Their backs were straight as pines, their arm muscles tensed as iron, their breathing rhythms seemingly synchronized.

This kind of uniform movement is obviously a level that can only be achieved through long-term and rigorous training.

Jing Chunxi suddenly realized what was happening, his heart pounding. If it wasn't the Jing Family Army, who else could it be? How could ordinary bandits have such a well-trained posture?

The real bandits she had seen were all dressed in rags, holding crude weapons such as hatchets, axes, and broken sickles. They stood in scattered positions, and their shouts were disorganized and one after another.

Although these people in front of us are dressed simply, the discipline revealed in their actions and the sophisticated weapons in their hands all show that they are regular soldiers.

"Who are you?" The man in black who had spoken just now finally spoke again. His voice was a little softer than before, but he still did not let go of the bow and arrow in his hand.

The four people beside him also remained on high alert, and the arrows adjusted their angles slightly with every subtle movement of Xu Zize and Jing Chunxi.

"Jing Changjiang is my uncle." Jing Chunxi was completely certain he was her own man, so she stopped hiding her identity and blurted it out. She even took a small step forward, the moonlight shining right on her face, allowing the person opposite to see her features clearly.

The man in black in front loosened his grip on the bow and arrow. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the little girl in front of him had both the agility of a young girl and the heroic spirit of a descendant of a general, especially her almond-shaped eyes, which were exactly the same as those of the general.

The other four men in black looked at each other, their eyes exchanging some information, but they still maintained their fighting postures, as if they did not completely believe them. However, two of them relaxed their bodies slightly, and the tension on their bowstrings was slightly reduced, but their vigilance did not decrease at all.

"Uncle Fast Feet and my men are still in the manor." Jing Chunxi added, and she deliberately mentioned the old scout "Fast Feet" in the Jing family army, a nickname known only to insiders.

Sure enough, this sentence produced an effect. The arms of the two men in black were no longer so tense, and the arrows drooped slightly.

Seeing this, Xu Zize immediately responded, "Miss Jing and I went up the mountain yesterday, and we didn't return to the facility by the same route. Instead, we walked downstream along the stream, bought a lot of vegetables along the way, and rushed back from the town at the mouth of the sea at dusk." He spoke in great detail, even mentioning the specific route and time points.

He specifically told Jing Chunxi not to put the last cart of vegetables into the space, so that he could hide it when he returned to the manor and took the vegetables out of the space.

After he finished speaking, he saw the man in black who had just spoken finally put down his bow and arrow, took a few steps forward, and then took off the veil on his face.

In the moonlight, one could clearly see that he was a lean man in his early thirties, with a scar on his face that stretched from his brow to his chin, making him look a bit scary. However, the man in black still did not order the four people behind him to lower their weapons, clearly still maintaining the necessary vigilance.

Xu Zize took a deep breath and continued to provide more details. "Originally, the general arranged for Ling Bo to go up the mountain with us, but his legs were not good. Later, his eldest son Daniu and Xiao Man came with us." He paused at this point, observing the other party's reaction. "They came down the mountain at noon the day before yesterday."

"It really is~ Young Master and Cousin Miss." The leading man in black suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, then waved to the back.

The bows and arrows of the four people behind fell at the same time, and the tense atmosphere dissipated instantly. With a flutter of the hand, the handkerchief fell to the neck.

In the moonlight, one could clearly see expressions of surprise and relief on their faces. "When we left, the general was still muttering, asking why you weren't back so late!" the man in black continued, his voice full of concern.

A younger man in black, who had followed closely behind, interrupted, "The general thought you were still on the mountain." His tone was clear with worry. "Commander-in-Chief Lin wanted to send people up the mountain to search, but the general stopped him."

Hearing this, Xu Zize and Jing Chunxi looked at each other. They were secretly glad that they didn't let the general (uncle) go out, otherwise there would be chaos.