C167 Begging for Mercy

"Wow..."

The man with the scarred face spat out another mouthful of blood, while the burly men at the door stood frozen, trembling, none daring to lift a finger.

They were, after all, simple farmers who, under the lead of the scar-faced brute, occasionally robbed passersby.

Deep down, they were the type to bully the weak and cower before the strong.

Faced with a real challenge