Lin Yue smiled and nodded her head, yet her heart didn't relax at all. No joke, she would never assume that a bandit leader would be easy to get along with. Otherwise, why would he lead a group of bandits to rule over the mountains? The so-called friendliness was probably only toward his own people, but unlikely toward others. Lin Yue thought it would be wise to stay alert, lest the bandit leader show his ruthless side; in this bandit's den, she was helpless and at the mercy of others.
Chang Dabao led Lin Yue to a room exquisitely and elegantly furnished. It looked like a study, with a desk, many books, and a sleeping couch. The room's furnishings made it seem not like those of a bandit leader, but rather like those belonging to a young master of an aristocratic family. This made her quite surprised, and she wondered just who this bandit leader was and what kind of bearing he had.
