Chapter 247 The Bandits in the Deep Mountains

The voice of the affluent woman reverberated with an unmistakable authority, its sharpness cutting through the cacophony of the crowd. Amid the sea of onlookers, her tone was a piercing clarion call, drawing the collective gaze of nearly half the people present in the square. In an ephemeral instant, all eyes converged upon Corey. As they beheld his countenance, many furrowed their brows in deep consternation. To be candid, Corey was undeniably an unattractive figure. Under the pulsating neon lights, his visage took on a grotesque quality that bordered on the unbearable. His face, marred by a web of blood vessels and grotesquely bulging veins, was a source of palpable discomfort and even fear.